Shake-a-spear
When I shake-a-spear/ words fly from my pineal gland/ giving birth to brain cells/crushing negativity/regurgitating righteous thoughts/going to battle with grammatic grenades/serenade chakara after chakara/melanin melting off my aura/illuminating the atmosphere... atmosphere
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