Where is my mind, I can't recognize myself, I'm a stranger to my galaxy, I'm the master of stealth, I'm Completely Dead inside but come alive on these pages, Oppression can't restrain me I'm too creative, Now I can break out of cages, I use My pencil like a nuke, I shatter hearts and I make demons puke, Ducking the world with spins, hurdles and jukes, I'm complex with my rhymes, I'm Misunderstood A computers can't compute, I'm anti-social everyday I pretend I'm mute, I can't silence the songs the play inside my head, They don't want to see me happy they would rather see dead, I make it flow, like boom I gotta blow, The Rap edgar ellen poe, with my words strike down foes, on the stage I go pyscho, unleash the fire in my soul destroy the competition, I'm heat vision my punchlines dissect more bodies than morticians, I came conquer hip hop from the audition, I had lose my mind, in order to gain this ambition.
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