I KNEW IT


tactically magical, had to be natural

no need to act dramatic, my rap acrobatics adapt
stack the data with dap, quick like...
Grammatica kicks through the uprights
touch mics up with tough types so what pus lies here?
none at all, summon the thrall, some are involved
through the summer to fall, drumming a wondrous stall
scald all newcomers, another loop stunner with no beats
police and the truth plundered
stroll streets in a pair of scorpion Tevas
maybe rock a beard, but never morph into Jesus
it's the force of the beats, fortunate peeps
to each their own, i've got the torturer's speech
spar with Spartacus creeds pardon me the carnival theme
marketing device or a martyrous scheme?
deem marvelous dreams fit to be lived, believe
victor predicted, me, equip the beat for free
fricassee, fricking aye, miss the beat-pick a day
whistle theme songs with a slick array, hip hip hooray
another brick to lay, stick a 'saved' sign on the chair
every person in here, hands in the air
ransom or dare, random Manson precarious
can't quite tell where he is, oh there he sits
next to Danny Ferry's kid, nefarious type
from burial sites to where he applies various plights
Aquarius mic, without a care in his life
running errands with his head in the clouds, staring at sights
preparing to write another little bit of the scene
Obese America dot com, but did it careen?


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