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Maybe one could save me knowledge, neat flow
Fiend camaraderie, and my knees dark
Skin-ship for the thoughts of solitary beat art
Trying to find where feet are
Eliminated solid where the ground readily keeps hard
Loop, save, command, alt, keep challenging
Stacked up experience to trade for vitality or rhyme pageantry
Use melanin tracks gifted by that black majesty
All manners learned by watching my momma yell at Comcast phone operators
No stopping haters
Flow bestowed from known concentrators
Hip-hop philosilators
The black poet showed me secret moves of always staying potent
Heat removes and spews, my Navel mix concoctions
I'm truly smoking from the baby booby chubby grammar stowed it