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Oooooh maybe this a mixtape
noooo baby this thee bitch tape
you better say it right
x2
respect my miiiind
yup

Opening verse:
Yes!
thee first verse should be thee deepest
everybody writing raps I'd rather spit a thesis
freedom's my religion give em something 2 believe in
a breath of fresh air something you can breathe in
music is the house that all sounds lives in
every idea here is what we pay the rent with
the walls are invisible the view is pure splendid
I will make more sense once you've gone senseless

the carpets made of concepts
the roof is everything that I guess we aint done yet
sunset 4 breakfast
fantasies 4 dinner
basking in thee splender
if your minds free
then your a big spender

poetry of all sorts covering our porch
my flows is like all floors
the decor looking out doors
and every RC beat an Ottoman seats
and everything we speak becomes an antique like...


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Closing Verse:
I know way 2 many people here right now
that i knew last year
I'm fucking with ya'll
I know I wrote something ill right here
I just cant remember it all

oh yea !
You cant reach my stars
I'm in another place u cant reach by car
but I'm so gone
everything in my rearview but seems 2 far
No category I'm fittin on,Rap is like a temporary my home get my visits on,
every songs another zone
get my travel on
air lines like an airlines
my city is my carry on

now they on twitter predicting thee present
their views rear view where's your future headed?

brain storming new weathers
less effort
writing out my ted lecture
I mean more with less letters...


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