This is for the people who be questionin' This album is a paparazzis, but you can't
keepin' their ears in, confined by the synths by noncel, where you listen, described by the
hangers, it's the place you keep your readers, to lock the door behind you is a must, just
to keep the sound waves from penetrate to the exterior or posterior, when other people
judged by the speakers, cause the listeners are on the rise, yet the audience is eager,
so step into my brain and check the manifest inside, see my life's a fantasy with dreams
my eyes, so when I peep into reality through these soul eyes, I would never do no ***
that my heart would despise, it ain't wise, to go against the grain of me, see I'm a naturalist,
A1MC, many you can't eliminate it, nor suffocate it, Fs that won't accept can't be penetrated,
so daily stimulated to the fullest, the red corner transport up, floats your mind like
bullets, I take you to another world you see, it's my imagination, all the world should
be free when I'm zoning, BD the mass master up, 11 tights, 330 days and nights, pinky
from 20 to 21 years, my age, this mind of mine's mad, making short maps, real split
of age, on 8 I'm spilling, local tone, showers on the mic, I'm feeling, like blowing bombs,
I grow up to be a legend, for hunger remove your plans, get it, juice don't come in cans,
get it, your ears and hands before I die, here's your chance.
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