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Lifeâs a test I alleviate my stress on an instrumental
I excel flexing thoughts off of the temple
A notepad and a pen or a number two pencil
Ball point or fine grain Iâm still detrimental
Here without a cause with flows like streams that never pause
Anyone to imitate my style is left with swollen jaws
After I shake the scene Iâm coming back like aftershocks
My stream of conscious thoughts is out of this world like astronauts
Until my heart stops until my last exhale of breathe
Iâll be sure to make progression with each and every step
Until thereâs nothing left until the very end of time
Iâm gonna state my claims and make you read between the lines
Try and understand my rhymes knowledge it comes with time
Knowledge is power and power the weak will never find
I am the divine this is just an introduction
Into the mind of a surgeons lyrical production
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- Annotations Of A Surgeon