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Freestyle Fellowship
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Yo Double-A I blaze this energizer let's see you pull this one... Aceyalone: Happy birthday to me Happy earth day to we I just turned a hundred and seventy five million Two hundred and seventy three And I'm at my peak Our pick of the week Straight tweaked with a godly type mystique ???? Spock, nanou nanou ??? Abort, distortion report on which sort A quick court, support, cut short Time warp, interplanetary movement I'll say, foul play, hey Which way does Willy Wonka stay? We came to see the chocolate sway Happy birthday to me, to me Hip hip hooray to me, to me Synthetic or prototype Genetical photocopy Xerox and medical mocks to breakthrough Shocks and shakes you As Acey takes you Through lyrical masochism And as I blast the last to give 'em Dissect, insect, inflict, whoa Destination one-two-oh Ohhhh 'One hundred and twenty seconds until you die' When I die, bury me under the gravel Travel fifty feet down, step out and pack me in I acknowledged(?_ I won't be back again Now I'm a entity, ex-humanity within Earthly vanities, sunshine and the wind I suppose, ambrose'll rose your soul To give you immortality and infinity skin But you're immortal close, you froze (ah.. he froze) Now your takin' in a free fall in the end Every draft, breeze, trickle of water, a sound wave In your perimeter is similar And behaves as a test to manifest life forms It forms a warm blunted Heavily budded individual In the visual eye Cut it, gut it, fry I am invisible so is it impossible to cry? Nope, soak my pillow case I wrote a little taste I'm hopin' the middle breaks the lies My objective remains at one with the stainless steel object Still feels the pain Flagrant, nefarious Fragrence of various ages And chemical compounds compounded A bouquet, a readily picked array Of dandelions, roses, pointset-i-as Gold marigolds in a vase that's passed to monks And kindred, intended, descended And suspended in mid-air Match amended and I ended on a bad note Put salt in the open wound and I broke
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