people of This world are obsolete, sticking to thier guns, down the street.
wicked scissor hands and tongue twisties, nothing is ever as it seems.
folks feel astray in their own brains, posh dont pay till they've got gain.
Art in hood , made for fools, makin it twice for lazy tools.
Colours on my mind, spit in ryhme, surfing on sound waves all the time
Riding on cloud shaped unicorns, betcha rainbows coming out of its Ahole!!!!
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