Freestyle
style thats free
no loaded gun
just loaded words
an army of me
I've got no paper stack
I dont care cuz thats whack
save your numbers
for the runners
of this empty rabbit hat
i roll like dough
listen to old radio
fix a lunch of lost souls
and feed trash to hoes
you dont need to impress
what the masses confess
coffins of mass destruction
too much is too less
written words of a crime
wont change within time
trapped just like the rest of us
can you spare me a dime?
capsizing commodiities and a fragrance free meal
keep those hands in your pocket-
trust they make you a deal
credit combustion and fly it for real
sick to my stomach
but cash in on the steal
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