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like bouts with pertussis
Without a doubt the pound stays concussive
The ground splits, so drown in the sound but don't rush it
I survived by the roll

been done now. So I stall my puns, wow.
But then I recall my one vow is to bust this bubble of injustice, subtly. 
What'll we muddle up if we bum rush

version of myself
That wasn't phased by time
That could shade both in and outside the lines
Blow the dust off that page
Feel the rush on the stage, breathe