Exhibit 7: NO ONE IN PAR_ICUL_R

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Mac Lewis

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When I really think about it
Your the one that no one likes
Then you gonna doubt, spout it
When you speak it sounds like spikes

Bleeding from the right ear when I hear
When your name get mentioned
Then you try to grab some ass
Touch some grass to get attention

One day you'll grow old screaming mad
When you lose your hair
Nigga called restricted
Your addicted and your halfway there

Swirling in a spiral going viral
It's to much to bear

No one there

Secret lair

You still get scared

When you see the set list
See my name summer sacrifice
Soon you'll summon sentry
Spit it in soliloquy
Seeing several snake eyes
Sending shivers saunter solemnly
Suicidal sanctuary
Section seven cemetery

Then you resurrected
Re-elected, second lease on life
Only just to waste it face it
Can't walk perfect it with a knife

Sharp is the tint
Let it glisten within certain reason
Now you outta listen
The finished vision the fission
The water its hissin

Fire the flames the indestructible
Water it wanes crossing the lanes
All that remains

Scattered all on the floor nothing proteins
Bodies on bodies the pantomiming profanes

He drink it all from the veins
The niggas gone off the chains
He gonna eat all your brains
Some people call him insane
He tried to run but he sprain

And its the end of his reign
They get the rope and he hangs
We losing life to the gangs
A bleeding heart and it sang

No one in particular

No one in particular

I could kill your body
Call it sloppy its vehicular

No one in particular

No one in particular

Microscopic your myopic
You so small molecular

No one in particular

No one in particular

I said seven syllables
And count it up to ten
If you don't believe me
Just rewind it 30 seconds

9 times out of 10
You'd be dead, you still got to give
Once you take this 9 you'll be fine

Seconds left to live
10 on the clock it wont stop

Got the engine revin
90 blood cells leave per second
Crank that shit up to 11
Body mangled, burned in an urn

Got denied from heaven
Now they on a search made of birch
Paying with repentance
Keeping ten toes down looking round

Hands up to the sky
Situation super spy
See a blink and then you die

Heard some sounds come from the forest
Gun shot one shot make you nervous
For the metaphysical ridicule
With the bruising its physical

Got depression its pinnacle
So the loathing it's cyclical
Average day and it typical

Get the f*ck out my face with this visual
Visceral
I can see it and sense it
Can't feel bad I won't lament it
Swinging for the fences
In past tense its half past noon

And i'm yawing and fawning
A new idea is spawning
I smell a sense of belonging
I'm falling longing, the Swanson

The speech of the king
Speak of the devil
The red fellow who mellowed
The soft touch he settled

The moooooment
You shook his hand erased what had just began
You accursed on all the land
You fucked up without plan
You played yourself like a band

How much of this can we stand
I'm heated I need a fan
Nothing's gonna stop me
From ripping out all the stands

Consumer boomers get mad
I tell them go talk to dad
That guy full of shit too
Six feet under who new
I dug this hole just for you

Goddamn it only you knew
This shit was rigged from the start
Your simply playing your part
Another friend to the beast

Your like a snack or a treat
He'll eat your body for fun
So please just stay in the hole
He just reloaded his gun

This is it
No more advice left to administer
Aiming his gun at no one in particular

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