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Flirtin With Fire Blowin It Up

flirting with fire blowin it up in the most earnest desire her perfume was led to basement blues remove those shoes bask in the news then you will se a falsified game of reality in society we got hidden games you see with peeps working on their degree come carry me through the philosophical mockery of what one is willing to achieve got bars that soar got bars so good right their in the hood we used to go bust up the inner beat to increase the tempo show you the way to go got Tony Snow with all the blow up his nose he snorts out his sleeve Monumental in his presidential working on the wall sits in his ivory tower ten feet tall No it all in his hideaway its just a getaway to Twitter knowing nothing better if you got money to roll and all that cash to blow bust up the beat to increase the tempo Got bars sipping green tea leaves in my souped up Camry everybody see me gravitate to create a rhyme filled with hate I comtemplate to date hip to be square as i wear your fathers underware what he don't no why bother in the streets in the hood kicking the tin can making everybody understand in my field od dreams living in a world so very mean where people scream everybody wants a piece of me while I hold my head up so happily the hood is no good while your sweating best you be forgetting the message we are treading let them keep you second guessing as you ponder your home up a yonder I'm a strong leader not a follower yet of the savior with stereo nor caper hear as i serve every word in a hot plate filled with love created from heaven up above now that David Cassidy is gone its hard to sing another happy song the seed that was dropped out of a farmers bag has grown leave everyone alone limited time almost left yet I must confess the bet is not one quite yet isn't it a tragedy that folks are blinded from reality in its plain course destiny what are we willing to achieve when it comes down to you and me playing the game of reality there is so much to believe and be free yet freedom isn't free there's a price tag to it although there's nothing to it Black Panthers against the clan when will both understand the hunger inside Al Gore doing climate control amidst Trump's death toll but I guess that's how he roll little fat boy in North Korea call him the little cheater until he gets knocked to the floor Flirtin with fire blowin it up right upon the masses never second classes like O.J. Simpson fresh out of prison what were they thinking my words can be simple my words can be fresh taking everybody down to the test like Bill Cosby licking another jello pudding pop that homeboy do think a lot we got the cops in cars the local bars never saw a woman so alone throw the dog a new fresh bone as far as he may roam flirtin with fire cause I'm sexy have you missed me they say you want to kiss me now is the final time to think things over amidst disorder my brother or why we even bother a new day is upon us bust out a beat with Sonic but we always stay on it brand new day to shine amidst this final rap line with all the heads that are walking blind

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