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Gods of Illusion, We mastered being Loki
Mischievious Pemingship, We're one tough Cookie
We're timeless Poets, No one has Swagger Like Us
Rhymes are in Canopic Jars, So they never Rust
The Secret Societies, within the World, know it
We're not Rappers, We're Underground Poets
Tequila, Henny, and Rum, Po, Po, Pour It
Po, Po, Poets, We're Underground Poets
Way words are strung together, A Timeless Array
Put my soul, in my paintings, Black Dorian Gray
My nunchakus are shy, But gravity they Defy
Gathering Momentum, Look how they, karate chop Hyee!
Me get outwritten, that's what's called a Far Cry
Nunchakus and Paintbrushes, Burning screams, my Soul Cry
Gonna make sure ,I own my Masters', That's no Lie
Will of a Skywalker, There's Fire in the Sky
The Navy Seals, swim in the Tears of The Sun
For Michael Angelo, and Captain Phillips, Son'
Money, Power, Respect, It weighs a Ton
Done for fun, Is the Tatt of Roses on my Gun
Underneath, God please, Grant me the Serenity
When things happen, I remind myself Quickly
I can survive the A-Bomb, My wits are Nifty
Although, There's No Love in the City, have Pity
Gods of Illusion, We mastered being Loki
Mischievious Pemingship, We're one tough Cookie
We're timeless Poets, No one has Swagger Like Us
Rhymes are in Canopic Jars, So they never Rust
The Secret Societies, within the World, know it
We're not Rappers, We're Underground Poets
Tequila, Henny, and Rum, Po, Po, Pour It
Po, Po, Poets, We're Underground Poets
