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| 25 Feb 2016 08:34 AM |
Looked at myself, no thoughts to spit. Checked my packet box, everything the same thing and couldn't even teach a dog new tricks. F* it, I was brain sick, never gave two s*its. About what to write, damn I should'a had my mind think deeper. Fiddled with my pencil when on the paper you outta indeed words. Extend my vocabulary, a practice run. Gee whiz extravagant formulate linguistic forms past the sun. Now, I'm here painting pictures with the studies of verbs, verbalization. Raps sold as a premium, paid-in surplus. Changing verbal Malay versus. In my room, I sat on a brown chair just watching my mirror. Thought about the thoughts closing in, had writer's block so I raged kicking incredibly marvelous, fantabulous gilt-edged melodic rhymes, euphonious vocalist.
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| 25 Feb 2016 08:39 AM |
| Back in 2013, you were just a beginner..you got your gift, I have mine. Collab? |
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