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The art of rap
Is now an artifact
And that’s exactly why
I put my heart on tracks
I impart a part of my heart
To the smartened cats
And I ONLY target facts
Because the laws of push and pull
Have caused me a heart attack
Attack of the heart from the start
I swear I'm not pushing the cart
But matter fact
The people have cataracts
Dreaming of Cadillacs
Bugattis driven by Gotti
I prefer my beautiful Queen hotty
She's not snotty
Tired of the taxation robbery
And supercilious snobbery
The system designed
To make you aligned
And maliciously vicious
Capitalism, a Cap Stone in prison
Envisioned in prisms
They're seeking division
Encrypting derision
Its their tradition
To keep them on their pedestal
Yes, I met a fool
He was regretful
For speaking unintelligible
And grabbing his genitals
With a complex that’s Oedipal
The significance is highly incredible
Read between the lines of this legible
Ive got an Adamantium skeletal
And my retractable mandibles
Make anything edible
Im in trouble with the federal
The reasoning is quite unethical
Yes its terrible
Im not a terror fool
But Imma shyt out garbage
Like their mentals are a receptacle
Its not really ethical
But Im a professional
So the bars I spit will be more than several
Because Ive severed dudes
I could be clever rude
That’s how my mind is flexible
But I sometimes
In some lines
Fly over heads
I guess Im not always accessible
So I bless with my salivary chemicals
In hopes I can cope
If I die and yet still am easily forgettable
I'll still bow out like a professional
