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The World's at War, Call of Duty, Jesse James Law'
Jim Jones, Haley's Comet, When Dark Knights Rise, fans Fall
From guns, that lifted statues, at Easter Island
A Westcoast Boardwalk empire, with Violins
Socially awkward, wasn't good at Social Studies
Got abducted by the Dead Poet's Society
Of cross streets, across cities, crusin to oldies
Aboard U.F.O's in poltergeist activity
Their Magna Cum Laude, Wizards of the forefathers
I'm sittin at the Round Table, with Kings of Authors
I die for this, A splendid lyrical Matyr
J. Fox, Back to the Future, My Alma Mater
Everyday I'm hustlin, Cash is my Anthem
Y'all can't fathom, my shadow's a Libra Phantom
Colder than an Avalanche happenin in Aspen
It levitates spirits, holding bodies for Ransom
