for how many days the burnt man
understand the grave's depth and the god's plan?
flippin' through the scripture
vocabulary with my soul, let it be the sculpture
Michaelangelo with Nikki Giovanni, you don't know what entertains me
peep the bottle because this is the water
never to drain it 'cuz you write this without a letter
the travelin' man's desire to yell out fire
the shootout, the bang 'em kids out on the live wire
damning out throats, cuttin' off the liar
on the cold stair, though, you see the truth standin' higher
passin' on bullets, marchin' down gridiron with sharp cleats
40 yard dashin', while big dummy liners bobbin' behind beats
heart of the lion stiff armin' grizzly bears like Barry Sanders
famed stars runnin' petrified and models still high-drollin'
but raindrops in December might just come pourin'
Sleepin' giant come crawlin', crushin' on cerebellums that stayed boring
chocked on two shotty or more even with my warrant
the ice storm, smashin' dirt geniuses, my rhymes amplifies and roarin'
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