Ex Uno Multi (feat. Sketch tha cataclysm & Deto 22)

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The 50X50's

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Let it burn they said, stop making sense
Get to work, make the pense
To make the proper omelet first you gotta break the fence
To get inspired until you reach the rot board, and make a dent
The stress of making bread hits the bread winner in the bread box
Nauseous, bred to be a thread but tasked to hold it like a dreadlock
More fit to swab the deck than be the captain of the dreadnought
This boat will stay in motion as the ocean haven't rest stops
Til breath stops, you move forth, a fifth to cheers the new course
The new presence, dog just sicks the chew toy, rolls the smooth seven
But ate it on a journey to the new port
But won't get it
And settles for a few loose camels in a food desert
Let us pray
Don't believe then let us say
Proclaim
An empty pocket's just a call for change
No fist that strikes the hull is ever sinking what's contained
So even if we lose the war we'll fight another day
He walks with a strut, you'll know him from the limp
Strides as if untouched but takes a punch and takes a hint
The shell is looking fresh but carries much beneath the fit
Thinks you catch more dimes with a smile than a wince
Maybe, more flies with some sugar than some shit
But you can't hold much if you've never come to grips
Arms carry tracks but they never touched the fix
The inner work is harder and the aims to work it smarter
Or you'll get more than you've bargained for with less than you could barter
As you argue bout the rules with the man who wrote the charter
Thrust upon the battlefield with presence and some ardor
Could almost make your corrugated shield come off as armor
Let us pray
Don't believe then let us say
Proclaim
An empty pocket's just a call for change
No fist that strikes the hull is ever sinking what's contained
So even if we lose the war we'll fight another day
Look look not all whose stomach's growl will learn to cook
Even some when comes to nutrients will never cross the brook
The fish that meets the worm and neglects to toss the hook
They're shook, ain't no such thing as suffering
Succotash, no succulents grow beneath the underpass
You must bend to the light to grow, a flex that some will cast
Aside, with lessons the past provides, calcified
The experience raised them and yet submit to patricide
Look I've worn my sole in walks in hopes to find peace
And better me's, with calloused feets and lumps, resigned grief
Ouchi-gari to textbooks I got, please
A setback won't stop me, a dollar don't define me
Let us pray
Don't believe then let us say
Proclaim
An empty pocket's just a call for change
No fist that strikes the hull is ever sinking what's contained
So even if we lose the war we'll fight another day

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