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When I spit, intensity intensifies, |
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My thoughts contort inside, |
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The thought behind my eyes are bought in simple rhymes |
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The rest are galvanised, ingested and applied, |
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The waste then ostracised, potential realised. |
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Not a potential to speak as speaking works, |
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But a potential of those very words then by the listener heard, |
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These words, that in my head, once meant nothing at all |
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Now flow with the full force of a waterfall |
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And that's enough force to break the death star, |
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Then I gotta pause, and take a breath. |
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That's better now, let's put some words together, |
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Put that letter with this letter till we get a better set of words, |
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A sentence, or maybe even a verse, |
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That we can write and rehearse, and then recite till it hurts, |
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Pack it tight till it bursts, if it feels right then it works, |
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A need to try this in verse, leaving the riot inert. (Frozen) |
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Frozen in a different time (Chosen) |
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Chosen as a vessel for this stringent rhyme (Supposing) |
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Supposing we all have these things inside (Explosion) |
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An explosion's all you need to make this rhyme benign [Chorus:] |
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As I lay rhymes on this beat my |
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Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and |
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If it cuts too deep to take |
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I Pray the |
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Lord my pen won't break. [x2] |
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This internal spontaneous combustion engine, |
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This evil grandiose, eruption pending, |
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Inside all of us, comatose and hibernating, |
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Until you overthrow the demon at the gate that's waiting, |
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And when you do, it all just flows through, |
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The roads have no queues, no one can slow you, |
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It's bright, there's no hue, the sights are in view, |
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It's tight and it's true, each line feels so new. |
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You sit down and write, write, write right now |
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On your laptop type, type, type now |
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Everything feels right, right, right now |
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And you won't stop and you don't stop [x2] [Spoken:] |
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How're you gonna get lost inside a place that you know better than |
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Any other person in the world, it ain't clever man? |
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And what was it that made you get stuck in this riddle? |
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Before you answer, sip the question a little. [Chorus:] |
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As I lay rhymes on this beat my |
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Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and |
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If it cuts too deep to take |
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I Pray the |
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Lord my pen won't break. [x4] |
