rapped heads i don't connect
Come again
Come against
The temple the how is is going
Sir
Like my name
Next time
Aint a happen
Yet im a man
In line
Like how i defi
Ant
To me
Loud about it
Check da mate
King to a cause
You inordinate
I subordinate
Textable mouths
I fed
Like an agent of change
Your minds a painful page
Working on lines
In war
You a charge that can’t fake in
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