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EpikHu5tla15
im illmatic, the flow is like a gun.......automatic, my skill is the path of a situation that is tragic.......to Mc's that lack knowledge but i acknowledge their will cuss when i spill this thrill's like a shot of adrenaline, i fill my philosophy into feeble domes, i explode and form lyrical storms that leave your body torn, metaphorical text is born ( my rhymes are the roses the words are the thorns ) the dark ages living in the dungeon underground, ghost writers lurk hunting down verses my mind hurts i take a journey inmind and music is birthed, im deep down earth my abstract mind is shadows of a nation thats cursed, i flip scriptures threw your turf, its my burning nature to destroy and rebuild , revolution is born threw the voice of the genuine real~one love
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