I don't know if I still have it in me - another hit song
you want the heat, I got that wrong kind of chimney
my export is busted
you’re neck tortoise mustard
the absurd sounds profound when the wordsmith is trusted
only desperate men will trade a rhyme for a message
Now who'm I gonna blame when I have the least invested?
when the cattle car gets AC, the battle scars fade
a master of the blind is just a fancy kind of slave
the god of rap is stingy if the sacrifice ain’t made
so step into the realm and get blazed

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