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• Written by LuminescentDeath
Birds of a feather, flap and fold and be together
And Mother Earth will die if we let her
Room to small tear the walls out
That would be something to dream about
It's a fact too that I attract to
Dead Prez, people Army, Steve Marley, Ghetto Youth Crew
Beinglazy not doing shit or making progress
He just a tax write-off, yall playin' chess
And take it away from catitalles compersatin me
Please remember this isn't how I hoped it would be
And I won't stop, till I'm dead here wit fifty
So all you silly zaps, here's for yo safety
Now you're kinda loose
I CAN'T LOSE
I'll consume your soul
Because you're bleeding out of control
Must I begin babbling?
It's giving me a weird feeling
Comin' through with the muthafuckin' Wu
He on point, on time, on cue
It's wild hard tryin to stay on my deen
It's serious man, ah, just a lean
Lets smoke like my 7-deuce Chevy pipe
I take focus to a whole 'nother hype
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LuminescentDeath
Member since October 23 2020