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[object Object],1Booze Paper There isn’t much to accomplish when the addition is exact….if it’s common knowledge that you want then it’s common knowledge that comes back…on to the task of completing a sentence without disturbance….I would plan on how to become successful without being nervous… what is this one’s purpose… overcoming a liter of water with a closed mouth….I know the reason why the cow’s want you to eat the poultry… they don’t want to get slaughtered…. I don’t show better than I talk with…. Exposure of my path is what I’d get….nothing is what I’d be left with….floating on unstable clouds of ignorance…looking for hints to the light…the night is brighter than the day to those of us who know…speaking with the language of insight….it isn’t correctly writing for the best of listeners….I scribbled it for a found connection….lessons of echoes and music….voices disappear like ghosts of heaven…my beliefs are actually protected…to carry on is what I need…I never knew that stability would become a part of some of the things I do….I get to do this… got there without that… and have… because I worked hard… don’t try to mention yours when you want more… the hazards are severe…. wet roads are still slippery…questions with self guiding answers are known …showings are rare…throwing are final… the fire in the flame and crack in the plastic…noble confessions of past professions…I remain on obtainable course….never burn the wrong choice…. accompanied are a strong voice…slowly and steady….the ingredients are still involving flour and salt….yummy is the expression that shows from the product of satisfaction…stronger is the strength that I chose…through the steady and the continuous I plan my victory….your assistance is always provided…wired from the highness…wouldn’t stop for wooden imposters…when and where is always a good response …enjoying the obvionce…I couldn’t think of the last time that I worked as well…empty the rubbage in a disposal…they gone hush this without a slight listen…constantly bringing reasons for longer amounts…called a time in to get the words in form…then I called a timeout to make it a norm….I’m not normal…what was I thinking….morals are hard to discuss when you are not able to enjoy them… the relaxation…I’ve been that way all my life…some of you want the quick insert. 2Booze Paper It will be in another time and space…when the business takes place… you know you gets replaced…off the knowing of the truth, foreshadowed with what is true…not aware of the objections that the past has went through…slang words that fumble through hidden lips not ready to pursue…many questions with the answers that are unspoken to few… always this and when ever it’s that….they comes in a statement and follows with one of the same like you… you like the stillness that it is…you think the happiest person in the world is you… the one and only….tossed away into a web of limited flow…the rhythm ceases and no more reason for the hatch…it doesn’t close anyway… from the way you think I’m special to yourself worth…some of these words form themselves…having a monumous time doing what your told…no where to meet… someone who knows how…. That’s the world and how it has been…it’s just an answer to another stage…two instead of one… (Is an interruption)….communication can search for many ways to settle…multiple movements trying to get regular…on introduction of confusion lets the illusion fade away…leads you into a trance and unable to move around…beginning new on every sentence…Is the reason why they come around… 3Booze Paper I answer the question with simpleness….there is no other ways to give you this….I drop the four one one on emptiness…. It ain’t as easy as is the quick fix…I got the time to get the business….no dought in my mind at the finish….how, who’s, and why do you feel this…I ain’t gone it’s still around….it’s for fulfillment…don’t keep an empty soul….you aren’t the topic of this…. empty scroll on your involvement…I’m not the dollar for you to pass the toll…this ain’t a dumb - dumb… bridge way….you get it back today and lose it tomorrow… to me and I’m going to live…those explanations ain’t going nowhere…. to save a kid…this isn’t the Vegas Street… strip and drip….I suffered a limp and still…I say equip…to connect the meaning of a puzzle… in this destroyed ship…that isn’t the end of it…this ain’t adventurous this is exploration….if it was mentioned then you must be the one hating…I do no rushing…so I won’t wait for the mumbled discussion…frontal lobe has hardened…its perfect and legal….don’t tell me what you want…it’s no longer your decision…I’m not a genie…I see liquor in a bottle…I hit full throttle when I thrust to go… anything else puts a stop sign on the show… that is not how I want to leave this…you tell me you real-time…I don’t need that …joking with a heckler ain’t getting me any feedback…lyrics consuming the loud noise…bottled beers for drinking boys…cigars’ for toys and I’m not talking babies…casual talk that drives a man crazy…my flow sounds so lazy… 4Booze Paper Continuous motion when it came to light…kinetics was mostly involved before it took flight....they like it smooth without the listeners… with no lotion to have conversation amongst beginners…having swims in the ocean of tap water…scents of liquor and potion fade away until you return….what made you interrupt this anyway…that’s how you sound….did it give your body the notion….do you like to move real close in to the stop sign….presenting the ‘self that your showing…showing the load that you holding….is it firm enough to share….keeping the sharp and not closing…doesn’t that sound like rap…wanting to keep it all without hosting a concert…can’t seem to get to the stretch that’s much farther than the space of a close…want to say something hilarious…but like you….I’ve been hit in the nose…fighting…the crowd is amased…how did you find excitement…no writing… 5Booze Paper Big smoke clouds from what you doing... no joke...don’t quit… the pinch and poke went global…from your backyard to the back car....fill it up like you got to hold on for pleasure....fat insides like the intestines was green anyway....covered in commotion from who knows what they want to fit into…tell me it doesn’t make me cry… Like hot summer sweat running by lotion....on your skin like the blend of washed out colors and sticky panties...asking me uncles and aunts if the greens are real...I told you but you need someone else to play with….so alone I sit…Really lingerie summer wear…afraid to lose your appearance …no talking today… like boiled beer in a hot pot...smoke rocks and sip chlorine...achieve something… your dreams of falling off…not good conversation… money bills and hard president coined faces are all....miss words on the snatch,… the game that ain't been visible until you made it...past your resistance…my inner talk…you need to walk on your own two…somebody has told you…you say just like they told me…crazy…so far from lazy… 6Booze Paper Smoking life is better than what your doing now… it’s better than mixed, forbidden cigarettes’ that are difficult to put down... fill it up with the knowledge of how you would…you know the smooth stuff... the dreams of sweaty ponies jumping tall fences… and sticky cloth socks from the eager lassies’....I won't begin…I’ll end....I’m saving weight for the exploration...I get in or stay out… the intestines are like a laxative time clock....grinning at the presents of your shit… coins with rough edges …faces with no expression… liberty and whatever else they wrote....the majority decisions involve moves of getting out of your way...no jokes come from angry voices of that I’m certain...surrounded by lay backs that have genius reasons....not afraid of hard choices… from interruptions of old money....weed too… addicted to rap and pissing people off…that’s music...saving more of your writing than your own… than has been written on your own...vocals with no connection...lessons following teachers of unprofessional letters...hear me in the beginning… the rest twist into never again… a circled labyrinth.... looks of disturbance keep the balance uneven...the evening consumed with the faces of morning chords...progress is in the future… money and dummies....coming 5 M.P.H. like a full fat muscle. 7Booze Paper I couldn't begin the introduction....internal combustion happened when the identity was wanted by a loud mouth...AYE…always into nothing and that’s similar to the companion with you...unorthodox is an explanation on you...AYE…I do not get that either so why do you...I’m a non believer of yours that never got your words heard…that’s jealousy for real…real faces…real money...bought that...I thought you knew that...the others scatter to their own words…but your still here...can’t throw the food past your mouth…wide open…throw it in the back anyway…dodging your own curse words…I love you...to the next aisle with some of the patch....not a interruption in your rhythm...give and take it on submission… it’s called arrogance....get me out of the hell of the middle...it ain't that little while it ain’t the reason for continuous moves that expose the real...round and round… across to the stop… side and over is how I would lift it…but your still here...drift away on your own… telling everyone how you would but leave the open sign visible… available every time you hold your breath....nails are irrelevant in the lure’s of unexplained parables...am I… is you… are we… did he… was she… go tint and move quick… they make up the story as you go…it’s crazy… and then into they imagination… the questions they won’t answer… first answer left the second guess...learned your lesson through the ease drop….for real. 8Booze Paper Thoughts began as the process went… blank pages for you...too much money in the bank… is a laugh too far for you to understand...grab big bags and loose cash…. get amnesia and you found out how easy it is...questions from the thoughts of scared faces…that’s you...undetermined paths to journey...must continue to the next split...it ain't shit… if you spitting shit....this is consuming times to lives you don’t know...got to have what the rest long to grab....some stuff will not come until they gone… just ain't enough conversation for a lookout to talk about....feeling soft items leaves your existence in silence...rising muscles are just alerts for us….the supply chain...helping myself to myself is the main focus....releasing clouds of highness keep me....Decided weather is all you built.…like meteorologist...the start was washable...dirt shit now… like mud wrestling...blow the back out...it’s a blunt roll it....quit thinking…The runaway is you...how did you live without it…life unmanaged....professions that got trades moved to top grade A… chances are last...investments are prevalent...moves for better money…stop acting funny…bring more calm than your use to… 9Booze Paper No rush there not for you…no fuss I already know it’s all around you…no cussing because if it comes true…frustration melts away into nothing got to be….liquid spirit consume you world changing...boiled or frozen it’s water…hardened until it’s nice and precise….guess it’s the after print that got the lock on it…spaces available for you to look more annoyed….awaiting your reasons…from anticipation of my own…..hungry for more of never changing….change it up so your world can remind you….blend it up because your worlds trying to find you…the dirt treatment….dizzy stuff to be spoken to….opened up to find your cleaner than the man… and pleasing to yourself…a true mathematician…he hear every word…what decisions will he make….wide it down so it’s apparent to the money holder….cell phone rings for points…..ear pieces numb the insides….renumber it the other one….the stinks all over and quoted messages….high noted so low you calling me soft….it is subbing for your tears like those alien ears…nothing now you feel the same thing…NOTHING!!!...you need to think of something…don’t get caught with no thought…fearful emotions from their own moves…transference of energy…it’s not my fault… 10Booze Paper There is nothing stronger than strength of conversation…stronger than that which you hear…it ain’t working so you waiting….take the money to the bank you watch all day….less stress on the thought of how you talking…I want more of the stuff you taking….samples don’t hold enough weight in yours….jerk it wrong….words hurt and so does your skin….no flirt…takes time to make real work process what you taking….I’m sensational….had enough time to say you ain’t had enough….keep this rhythm for this time….no tunes for the consistent…I missed it from lack of attention…didn’t want to hold on to it too long…let’s start counting the moments…all of your donations are appreciated..raining from the sky…your best try could be better…leather boots, coat,..you know the usual outfit…this ain’t the mix…proceed to add up more…got my eyes on the door…extra amounts are part of the plan…my hands feel empty…philosophy…psychology…plain and simple…there is a better way…the easy way…we need some introductions…the right path isn’t a wide road…stories like that are untold…laying the direction for perfection…what is the best way…I put in verbal tactics…to complete the song…how far along are we gone go…right here is not to be the judgment…the lacking supply on this is my work…harder and smarter…that is what will get through…mix…this could progress into something to expect… 11Booze Paper Questions floating off the page trying to find me….Finally got it going now them thoughts are trying to blind me….know I lay it down from the best that’s trying to sign me….Continue more or less with large amounts of intertwining….keeping away from the mess that remains after my style….Haven’t wanted to sample since I learned to put it down…Now my twin’s vocally sound…General purpose…My booze paper holds the most fluent rhymes around my hip – hop area…Days could turn into months letting loose the rhyming mysteria…Throw away paper plates everyday…Dam what does it really say…Question words are on display and the rhymes keep talking up…Tell you how the flow felt got me rallying up…Asking what of the last mix….Pushing my paper out of the formation…Tired, hungry, and waiting to decipher my lyrics…Party, paper, alcohol is all in the spirit…Looking at it I still can’t reveal it…you know what they say better than I do…don’t conceal it…they feel it like a cold breeze… 12Booze Paper Questions floating off the page trying to find me...finally got it going now them thoughts are trying to blind me...know I lay it down from the best that’s trying to sign me...continue more or less with large amounts of intertwining...keeping away from the mess that remains after my style...haven’t wanted to sample since I learned to put it down...now my twins vocally sound...general purpose...my booze paper holds the most fluent rhymes around my hip-hop area...days could turn to months letting loose the rhyming mysteria...throw away paper plates everyday...dam what does it really say...question marks are on display and the rhymes keep tallying up...tell you how the flow felt got me rallying up...asking what of the last mix...pushing my paper out of the formation...tired, hungry, and waiting to decipher my lyrics...party, paper, alcohol is all in the spirit...looking at it I still can’t reveal it... this is how I throw away embarrassing feelings...noticing the decipher code... I’m on a real mission finding what my lyrics told... a full read got my dought exploding...close this page before I boredom out...got to keep it together for the dancing and singing...the more we are respected from the young and unshaken...gradually proceed to the old and naked...simple to deal with the global glue...lifestyle of the rich and rachet...good knowledge learned delayed a higher degree...so to be four years in this game...my name is spoken wisely...rare hasn’t even had a chance to get by me...gradually motion to the pieces that right behind me. 13Booze Paper The Truth of this extraordinary…not sure on how to produce the reality….I know how to loosen it…but tightening it is now…so beautiful and forever…this could possibly be the eternal that I have…grips are masterful…entangled into thought evasive of my topic…on my level than I know your trying to find it…no way to rewind the misdirected time…looped in without concern…reasons required on how to write another without frustration…stomped on the assist…that make real timing is on the list…no mistake from that…extra pieces uninvited while the permission is in their own hands…clarity is something that turn me to other topics…the initial proceeds is exactly were I’m at... 14Booze Paper IT’S A GIFT TO POSSESS SKILLS OF MAGNIFICENT…- PRECISION THAT ENCODES ITSELF…- SO TELL ME WHAT LEFT OF THE ENTIRE SCHEME…- BECOMING CONVERSED WITH THE MANY THOUGHT PROVOKING OPTIONS…- NEVER TAKE MY IDEAS OF THE SUBJECT IS THE PAPER…- HOW MANY QUESTIONS ARE GOING TO COME FASTER THAN THE ONE THAT APPEARED…- NO…- STRAIGHT STOP SIGN ON THE ANSWER…- HOW COULD I SECOND A LAST CHANCER…- THE INITIAL PERSISTANT OF THE FORMULA…- MISSING THE COMPOSER…- KEEPS THE CURSIVE FRESHER THAN THE LESSONS TAUGHT…- BROUGHT THE MIXTURE IN SO SMOOTH AND THAT IS THE PAUSE…- TO CONTINUE ON THE MISSION…- REDIRECTING ME TO INCREASE…- CAUSING UNDEFINABLE DEFINITIONS TO THE PREVIOUSLY DEFINED PIECE…- DECEASE TOPIC BRING THE CHANGE IN PRESSURE…- FINDING WAY TO TRANSFORM MY MIX…- REPEATED WITH THE FORMULATED PITCH…- DON’T BELIVE THAT THAT THE ENTIRETY…- MOVEMENTS ON INVENTIONS AND ADVANCEMENTS…- KEEPEN ME AWAY FROM THE REASON OF THE RYHME…- LOST IN THE GRADITUTE…- CLAMPED ON LOSSING REASONS TO DANCE THE INK ACROSS THE PAPER…- KNOWING THAT SMILE COULD PRODUCE SOME ONE GREATER…- DISTURBING MY BASIC EDUCATION…- LIFTING AND LINKING TO MY E-WARD…- HOPE THAT I BURIED THE EXTENSIONS CORRECTLY. 15Booze Paper NOTICE THE COMPLETION AND BECOME PREPARED FOR THE SOLIDITY OF THE PROCESS SO THAT THE SOUND OF THE PRODUCT IS THE MOTION INVITING MIXTURE THAT SOPPORTS THE EVERY WANTING INCREASE IN QUANTITY THAT REVEALS QUALITY THAT WILL HELP THE PROCEDURE TO CONTINUE LIKE THE PAPER THAT’S WRITTEN IN PERFECTED TIME…- FLATTING AND LOOSENING THE FEEL OF CONTINUATION OF A NATURAL CAUSE OF HIP – HOP PRODUCTION WRITTEN WITH OUT THE PRESSURE OF THIS AFTER THOUGHT…- PREPARING THE NEXT FEW AFTER THE RETURN OF SELF DISMISSAL…- THAT’S EVERY WORD THAT POSSIBLY COULD COME DOWN IN UNDERSTANDABLE METHODS OF MY OWN…- THAT’S THE SWITCHED THAT DEFUSES THE CONFERED…- CHOICES OF SUGGESTION ENTER WHEN THE BOOTH IS FULL…- YOU CAN’T TELL THAT TO THE FAMILIAR…- NO ONE MOVES AWAY FROM THE INSIDES. 16Booze Paper AS I CONTINUE THE WITHSTAND THE URGENCY OF THE MEANING…- I GOT THE RYHMES TO PROCEED INTO A HIP – HOP EVENING…- BUT THE PURPOSE OF THE PAPER IS WHAT I’M REALLY AFTER…- WHEN I OPENED IT SEEMED TO TALK TO ME EVEN FASTER AND I CAN FEEL THE FLOW OF THE INK GOING AT A TREMENDOUS SPEED…- I HAVEN’T HAD A CHANCE TO REVIEW THE REASON THAT I’M SUPPLYING YOUR RYTHMIC NEED…- I WOULD RATHER DO IT LIKE I DONE IT WHEN IT WAS SMOOTH AND UNNOTICED…- NOW I DO IT BECAUSE I WANT TO KNOW WHAT MYLYRICS TOLD…- REFLECTIONS IS WHAT I CALL THE INTRODUCTION OF MY ALBUM…- SO MANY TRACKS ON SKILL THAT I ONLY AM THE ONE TO FIND THEM…- NOT KNOWING IF I SHOULD OR SHOULDN’T…- I COULD AND THEN I COULDN’T…- I NOTICE THE FLOW CHANGE, BUT AM I ON A PROPER MISSION OR AM I THAT LOUD ON ENTERTAIN…- NO…- THIS WAS MAJOR WHEN I INTERUPTED MY FLOWITITY…- I PROBABLY COULDN’T TELL YOU WHAT I WROTE, I JUST FELT THE ENEMY GOT REPLACED FROM ENERGY…- AND CURRENTLY THE MIND IS STUBBORN IN THOUGHT…- OPERATION QUESTION OF HOW I WOULD EXPLAIN IN A OPEN TALK…- I NOTICE CHANGE TWICE AND OTHERS I NOTICE MORE…- IT’S QUICK THE INTRODUCE THE END. 17Booze Paper You better believe that they still taking my best….there is no question about how far I reach…..sometime they actually get a glimpse of it….then they wonder why…..he didn’t say it right….so they can change it….last chance sitting around…going to get it….you took it..so they take it….you ain’t making since..commanding….I been had the true in the form of a broken heart of your sorrow….gasoline ain’t never smelt so good….mixed with codeen...now tell on me…is it the questions they ask…is the question that don’t make since…is it the questions that…YEAH!!!...why so many questions…you ain’t gone change…why you asking me too…WOW!!!...you already know…no…the only words I know…they call them hackers…read about it…block it..knock it out like they teeth…no dought…I’m you favorite rapper’s favorite rapper…no rap at all. T M 18Booze Paper We all have our own experience….he is a beast…he is a monster…he is a nightmare…he’ll kill you right now…and now you know…but that’s too late for me….I’m already gone….scared or what ever…you rap it out…I’ll run it out…and be smiling in your face tomorrow…what happen that nigga…he was a nigga…acting stupid…now he just stupid for stand there like he was hard…do have explainations where they aint needed…have ways out of sits that aren’t real…myself been my friends for so long…I said so long…they like that…BOO!!!... - I 19Booze Paperigger than life then I'll supply the first verse...there no way they could rehearse without my agreement first...look uch…I thank you for the information that you came back with...the number to leave a message is magnificent...and causes a smile on me too...more than thankful...your pic makes me more than grateful...i could write how much i want to leave messages...i want this writing to be my messages...i want it to be exciting when i bring my presents in...thank you for hearing it... 20Booze Paper You are right about something… and she loves it…it feels better…getting closer than you have…that’s how you feeling…listening with me…working…we continue longer…you know the subject…got more questions to ask…that is why it’s like me…you seem to want more attention…your way doesn’t excite me…that’s the first…maintenance is needed and I want the call…your amount that you put in…is it worth it…I have never liked turning my back…you still talking…you lost in the beginning…I leave it where it is…start it where I am…it is not easy as you…compose it…wrote it…I’m feeling like you…she is obviously smart…flattery is the best move…you know that…that is how you make moves…it’s what they like…connected on a smooth…groove…no urgency to look like a regular…now that you told everyone…why are you looking at me…is contagious…exploration…demonstration…are we really entertained by rhymes…she smiles because I look good…he frowned…I know you hearing me and your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper…but I’m the one knocking…let me in for my solo time…learn my business is your…phone call…interruption…I’m not as quick as I use to be…the length…the time…don’t expect the best…your already looking better…this is magnificence…my words vary…you got aptitude…these levels can get scary…that more than I want…ever…I know how to…pronouns…through someone held it to a minimum…and it’s the bomb…and it’s the bomb…BOOM…let’s mixed up for real…BOOM…this is your rhyme tactic…for evasive tactics from the ghost… it’s always has a relevant…don’t try as hard…I know…you need to let go of me…you want advice…BOW!!!...you won’t do it… took too much for me… let it run away…BOW!!!...you are…BOOM…multiplies…properly or should I tell…nothing comes out…it greater than original…you didn’t miss me…that is how fast it moves…how else can I relay…there is more to the better…how can you go…I’m like intertwine…there is so much to do…yeah right…BOW!!!...they’re everywhere and you know that…no time to hear my sorrow…ACTION!!!...i rhyme better when there is nothing to say…agreed…the things that I’d like to know…that’s good for you…they shoot…that’s what…BOW!!!....get it straight…and you…I know more…inspiring…retiring…how did you live…life unmanaged. 21Booze Paper Let’s start counting the moments…all your donations are appreciated…raining from the sky…you best try could be better…leather boots, coat…the usual outfit…this ain’t the mix…proceed to add up more…got my eyes on the door…extra amounts are part of the plan…my hands feel empty…philosophy…phsycology…plain and simple is a better way…the easy way…introductions…theright path isn’t a wide road…storys like that are untold…laying the direction for perfection…what is the best way…I put in verbal tactics…to complete the song…how far along are we gone go…right here is not to be the judgement…the lacking supply on this is my work…harder and smarter…that what will get through…mix…this could progress into something to expect…we only can know how true…saying words that summon you…that is the continue…focus on the job…hold the best…that’s how I keep the rest…words coming together like a vest…the stress of things…speaking of rhymes and hip-hop…questions of entertainment…enjoyment in a crowd of laughs…were do we handle the future…nonsense…the meaning is excitement…you can’t handle the rush…slow down..drowning in adrenaline…the most that could happen…BOOM…I enter the entire area…announced…made the connection count from the begginig…advances like turn into different phrases…so we turn to different pages…remember…not at a lost…at a cross in the rhyming road…small stories told…moving on them…solve finacial pain…BOOM!!!...seems like it’s not hard…this is how you do it…yes it is…mix…nothing can better equip…the last time…the pain is undescribable…undeniable stories…questioning the existence…it’s a heartbeat…with music come the flair…I speak so devinare…still there is none to compare…the amount of time I spend…it has to be genius…Iremain on a mission for a solid…pound…boom…those days are over…confusion…nothing as I repeatwith you and me…memory…no annual contract…building eternally…I want to hang on…around…with it…pressure points unyeilding…release…mix…this right here is…you can dance to this…take time to mold…flow consistent relay on mine…like were is it…I won’t stop…no matter how hard you try to accomplish…the aggravation of succeding without???...or is it you…how laced do you make it…high levels of what…what…what…you know how it sound…what can you do now…do that make you feel special…huh…huh…huh…for real…huh…you just putting something there…you could never…my level…ever…ever…everyday we sit still like this…no drama…I didn’t want it to hang on to….some of us know that…!!BOW!!...so we want to stay ready….we take enough time…the problem can be solved…I know that…lost of sight…important times gone…we got to move on…let’s continue…the menu of choices is smaller than you know…you begin the do it better than the group…watch the placement….putting it here…moving it there…I got there now we look at….relise that…we know where it was….now your going to fast…wouldn’t know what to place…look on your face…ways are more perplexed…the understanding last after…lost more time…were is there my reason…stop…this is how you will do…that’s you…the music gives a lot…look before you listen…that quick…action!!!not real big on relaxing…more paper please. 22 Booze Paper There I go again…the same introduction that I received the last time…I gathered everyone’s attention…realizing everything I forgot to mention…to that person you know how…you show everyone how…and they don’t want the same things…they move around…cover lots of ground…they waiting for the space they made…when they get to you that become even more annoying…the look of enjoyment on your face…the look of enjoyment on mine…we’re having fun and your job is to keep it that way…don’t lose…they don’t want you to win…It could begin with this…found a replacement…did not know that the first was gone…so I wrote on that’s what I seen them doing…no question…backward confession on repression…from bad direction…so you know….how my ink pen moves…cheese hip-hop…don’t lose with overwhelming company…don’t loose out…know what it’s about…learned it down south…you’ll never lose it. 22 Booze paper There I go again…stealing my flow again…acting like a pro again…this right here ain’t a joke…so you should know the this ain’t a hip-hop intro…I’ll bring it stricky to the microphone before I let it go…I’ll close the door before any misunderstanding has chance to stop the flow…before it can drop the flow…got to do it before I lost the flow…how much would it take to talk the flow…I don’t want to further explain the dought…about the flow…questions off the page…about the flow…bouncing around for smoother pounds…about the flow…can’t get around the sound so I’m about the flow…ready to put it in the best spot…if I’m coming quick…maybe I should not…most people would not…won’t even explain how real feelin are so I do not…true is the rhymes that I posses…notice how I combine with proper phrase…no words of back in the days…phrases written so a freestyle verse is best in public…I heard you don’t have that…so everyone looks at you in public…like we want to say…simply put…you are looking still…what is there stand…the simplistic mentioning…allows vision and correct of my mistakes….no one waits.

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