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ℒadiℯs Đon’t Ṩ℘it

you are the next best
grasp your lyrical text
to aid you while your
periodical biological fluctuation
sips on our blood
sweat and tears
drench still hearts to grow
hydroponically grown generations
wild to breed spit habits
out of anybody that tastes its'
rage filled tones picked to rewind
this most masterful peeked reign
spoiled with thick beats infused
intertwined with sex mingling minds
while migrations follow lingering trails
that leave you confused
so amused under my spell
while I spit past perverseness hips
that shine the shade I repel
hypnotized minds
your eyes caramelized
leaking lyrical poison
reeking of sly sneaky rants
only fat pants
and black laced adidas
wrapped tight in rhythmic funk bliss
will join me in battle
to rise beyond assumed old school
and who do you think fool
planted these seeds that
started this rhyming game
of tongue dives
that flipped a script
to omit
slick matter-of-fact jive
too sick to remit
built endless bar lines
I reapplied for you to get high
best rely on my ghostly essential
endogenous vibrations
to fly in on time
a continuous birth
of wise lyrical extensions
from beats that I have
so instinctively been flowing
ripe from the pipe
all races I invite
you, me, we
must engage
sick misted verbiage
with our voice
our right to
invoke harmonious penetrations
in every dome
I believe roams
beyond illusive hope
soaked from dope
chrome lined clouds
that masked your here and now
that's whats up
as I exhale verses exciting
rejuvenating notated platinum lined crowds
to spread funk into all
mistaken
bet yet
perpetraten a passion
you can't even pronounce
the ill faded power
that lies withn every word
I will blast only the crunkest
illified radiated heat
to burn into silence
your punkish disbelief
that a soldier created from poetical
metaphorical spiritual spits
can't create factual mad atoms
spawning attacks to revive
conspiring air looms of meaning
giving notice to the continuous
overlapping artifacts gone whack
having you sticky with bass nectar
pulsin out your ears
close those lids
only to watch your world disappear
so I flew to you beats
amped to go hella deep
clinch those grills I'm comin
with a bag full of treats
my drums your drums
gonna spread this shit sweet
cuz a journey with DNB
keeps alive the
♫music Love and peace

ℬƴ~ Ĵ℮ŋŋ\@ƴcℹⅆℯ

Ĵ℮ŋŋ@ƴcidℯ9 Jennay Marie, Austin, United States

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