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| Kid Anti here saying time to get with it, lay your wrist down here so I can slit it, now I'm like a pig tellin you to cease and desist, beat poetry, what the fuck? those rhymes don't even exist! | |
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| I pictured myself in a boat on a river, with marmalade rocks and tangerine skies, how now brown bearaucrat? I am the world's forgotten boy... | |
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| You're a sad little man, can't cope with the master, I'm takin' you out to school, you reached for the sun, but you sink faster n' faster, in the whirlpool | |
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| you can't cope, I can't cope, how can we face this crushing angst which gnaws at our souls? 49 cents for a burger in Reagan's America? Get outta here... | |
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| Kid Anti has brought some interesting imagery to the table, while Aaron seems to be losing his focus | |
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| I can't help but agree, I think Aaron even botched that Luci In The Sky reference, with the future of Bakersfield hanging in the balance, I can't help but wonder if we chose the right champion | |
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