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Rhyme sequel, nobody's ever gonna be equal
I might freak you, my thoughts lie on a decal
See, I can survive on the edge of a needle
Skills at prime, can't be divided by no figure
On the streets, in a tweet, you's a fucking goner
Like the sound of the steps of the skulking fauna
The beat is strait while I look for my own plaice
Lines be out for daze, are the props paid?
The folks are braids, hope of fate's my slate
I spit so thick-et sates the grate of my pate
And the game, I never keep the flow running the same
I keep flushing the frame, I keep hugging the aim
The flow, the show, the to-and-fro in a row
The "would I look back at the end of the road"
I tweeze it, then peel it, then squeeze it, degrease it
Then freeze it, then breeze out, the details that I visit

Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind
Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind
Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind
Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind

You got to know ignorance is bliss, with a fake kiss of hope
Love is the soap and a slope
With its scope within the mind not being kind
The smile that is twined is the one that's well timed
And I got a bad timer, all I can do is rhyme-a
Set of refiners, can't even constitute a dimer
So I won't ever step on the same fucking ship
I got my pip in my grip
Never gonna be snipped, and I'm looking for chips
And never biting my lips, it's like a trip in your kips
When you look in my eyes, ain't no feeling that's hidden
When I look in your eyes, ain't no feeling that's within
These rhymes are the opposite of cloak, close to broke
Close to folk, breath before a ground stroke
I step to the mic, and I'm quite like smoke
Set the place on fire, then just stand and stoke

Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind
Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind
Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind
Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind