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lyrical madman, half genius, half insane
always one to be floating on the astral plane
can't pay my rent, ain't got a scratch of pention
but constantly smoking, surfing to other dimensions
and places of vastness, sharp-minded like axes
be swift to chop your clique in half and package
up the remaining few, who have survived my fury
send them one a one way ticket to dead end missouri
never coming back, no this train's been derailed
stole every gram of your bud, and it's been inhailed
like dracula the original, you about to be impailed
never a hyphy type, i kick it slow like snails
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In this world that we're living in held together by gravity
We are limited to what we hear, smell or see,
Touch or taste. With my senses erased,
I can open up my face and contemplate space.
-MC
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