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STUDENT ON |
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E Platoon of sappers advancing toward the barricade! |
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STUDENT TW |
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O Troops behind them, fifty men or more! [Aesop] |
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I target the cruks of all that's considered sin |
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The lost child venomous neck that spittles off my chin |
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Color me what? |
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Spell-bound man hunting hell-hound |
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Special investigations set king pin |
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Bounce and of course your happy |
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Mic activist |
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Axis pivotal point spun all to often |
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Now walk and spin cycle |
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Dug psychadelic syndrome jabs your abdomen |
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I'm adament with disperse and curse across |
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You're playing your chances broken branches |
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Scattered around your mainframe type uproot it |
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My hand saluted eastward compass is spinning |
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Magnetic field my metal mind driven |
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Threshold fresh coke crush and affect |
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Mic check and spin a rec conglomerate |
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The all absorbing metamorphing monument |
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Not that average once upon a glock, glock, glock |
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Dot, dot, dot, etcetera |
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The heated mass of fire and gas threatens your retina |
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Burning you back to immobile twitchin fetal position |
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Itching for what could have been if not for who |
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This is Aesop |
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Rock I'm with 50 million troops upon my side |
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Flying towards the fraudulence coordinates |
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One hand on my mic |
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While the other drove my flag into your sidewalk |
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My sprouts stalks pawns and then |
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I'm gone Close encounters of the first kind |
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Contact cursed minds skies red |
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Stuck sitting spinning world wide webs |
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Over whim and worry flurried on your sidesteps |
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My pride treads thick |
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Utilize wide lens |
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I slide strength in |
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Tell her gently we utilize mic like skeller |
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Tanky evidently all is not well |
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In a metra pot sell |
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Automatic hell habitat |
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Tainted polutin it's toxic to me |
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The melancholy-olly-oxygen free on the night watch |
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Boo signs reduced y'all troops to tragedy |
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Radically millions morphing the orphans |
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Spitting distortion |
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Piteous portions lacked a guiding light |
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Overiding and striding through the night |
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Story army extends mics like dendrites |
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I blend life |
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Dark then gray shapes |
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Till the splays made illustrate my views on sanity |
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If you're feeling famished we are family |
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Aesop Rock the canopy seek shelter |
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I have weaved a web across the sky hovering covering all |
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Night crawling audio visual veterans |
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Spreading like spores to the homes of all average |
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Americans 50 million poets screaming all on the run |
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That's 50 million hearts beating as one |
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This is Aesop |
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Rock I'm with 50 million troops upon my side |
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Flying towards the fraudulence coordinates |
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One hand on my mic |
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While the other drove my flag into your sidewalk |
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My sprouts stalks pawns and then |
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I'm gone |
