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showing they cheeks. I shop my music all around and they be showing me beats. Now listen I write rhymes just like a tradition. Should sign a petition making

write, I fear no gunshot wounds
I'm telling all these bullets I'mma put the holes in you
I take my creations to stranger places (stranger places)
I'm Sanji

I flick the wrist uh
Steppin' with a skip uh
Check in with my bish yea
Oh I hope that it's going well
But if it's not I don't know if I got the time

officially redundant
it's time for a new class of heroes to emerge
and if they hate the facts

that shit is for the birds
i'm flyer than the birds
chillen

that hardly seems fair"

One more time

No one was prepared for the man man who carries his haters by their hair
Then send them with my gam gam down

first class

Had to act like I'm possessed just to show I'm at my best
It's ok you're not impressed got a crowd and they obsessed

Write my own scriptures

This shit is hot as wasabi
I just do this as a hobby
And by the way
I produce all of my own beats
That shit that you is bumping to right now that's

My mind just booked a first class ticket to my destiny by the way
Yeah

Maybe I'mma fly away
Maybe I'mma fly away, some day

So gullible just

own devices or a single color
A rainbow collar
Held in perfect time by my father the frequent caller understanding what is smaller

The inner workings

cant hinder him
Serving everybody like Wimbledon
Im in a class of my own, I show my ass on a song
A flow that can not be faded, they wait in anticipation

It's 10 o'clock and the news on again

Another story about another kid

But this time it was my sisters friends mama's kin

3 years old and she

It’s 10 o’clock and the news on again
Another story about another kid
But this time it was my sisters friends mama’s kin
3 years old and she barely

default i blacks in the zone
Tell Smack this the throne
These grown fools
I’m homeschooled: been in a class of my own
And these are gems I am givin’ you

wanna ask you straight out, thought that’d be too forward
It had been two weeks by then, what, did you hope I forgot it?
While you had hands on my Parker,

to the time that I fell down on my neck
Just like that, can't turn my head, tears ran to my eyes fast
I started freaking out, the school nurse called my momma

On your own two, bullets go through
Yeah I told you watch how you move
You can end up dead by the stroke of noon

I've seen arrows in the sky
Rainin' down

over my shoulders worried about police
Start sculpting my life into my own masterpiece
Write my music and how I feel in peace
The world is my jeans

a dyslexic how to write neat and read
Pretty please
Preachers what you preach
It's a create
Swapping seats in class now the class with me getting chased by

one knows the time passing by

No one knows the time passing by

I remake my universe every time I use a verse

To fulfill my destiny, emcees rest in

Poet Laureate II

Canibus

Rip the Jacker

2003

intricately designed
He WAS Poet Laureate of his time
And if you don't mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes

Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X

on the clock
So I'd miss it if it came by
Feel like I'm waisting my time
I should be writing a rhyme
Instead of waiting around what am I doing?
I'm chasing

Burn the air with shit I write
I spark the J when thought align
Cross a line, it's bossing time, your losses trump my losses guy
I don't be talking

do as I write this letter / I'm on my own ass / competition in the reflection of the glass/ get a blender and throw in Enoch Spock and crock /

keep moving and proving to myself I'm improving
I'm lost, man my fucking head's gone
Why am I using every breath I own to get stoned
If that's how I'm