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My centerfold hold deep that navigate gracious my face on Forbs top tier fearing no man. I breathe notes that will comatose haters in heat that can sleep. Rap marathon slowing they speed. The state of grace ill grammar place back on the shelf pardon the hate, but niggers ignorant calling it great. Discover me between sheets buried calling it scrolls. Cramp like Mexicans in small Fords playing it low. Lamp like rich fools in warm pools playing the Dow. Eyeing my riches from the bows, damn deep in my soul. Colors released make it splash like the rains of the cost. Calm and steady aim to fee the bold sour like milk in hard teats. Call it tough titty metaphor reach, but yawl don't reach back. Signing heads watching what's real between the paper of the margin. Signing signature gaze right at my dream is like a paradise focus on real Discover Who!
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Hook:its aviation as my words manifesting keep it moving through the dark as soldier holding torches see the light navigate it
through the eyes (Everyone's talking about the good ol days)
I like intelligent nature as I travel through the garden eating apples as I view a few changes to the system. bearing gifts that's a fragment of my practice when I spill it give it life land liberty shine and chip statues when I chisel/ my artistry forms demand war with my heart mind crossed of course I burn course to the touch/ raw physical form request long/ in my speech list beautiful things recite fresh like Kimberly... Jones out the box I jump the joint jamming like rabbits in heat on fresh sheets I write skeets that nut up the track and birth singles then they hit grand father my style/ right out the wild of the bronx south travels my star connect raw/ twist your onion out it's physical form create warm peep the science/ I tickle the track flirt with procession kiss the beat then I marry the song and keep producing Aviation (You see Aviation is the study
Hook:its aviation as my words manifesting keep it moving through the dark as soldier holding torches see the light navigate it
through the eyes remain priceless.
do you get it/ view it in track but never travel pause the distance deliver like mail in air written for the meek/ my boulevard shines I park precision peep the heat caged stamina break smoking the vega over deep depth move it like work like its religion written symbols its an artistry form pardon explicit, when the spit hit morning my breath
fogging whats precious over beats cold, present my jewels in clad statues over brunch deals write in notes I spend summers over wife beats beautiful notes in wild cursive call it deep love passionate prints you can’t stir steep metaphors/ trip and you fall stubbing your toe over cold rock chemistry blow breaking your Adams down in flows cold picture my eve tossing in morse code convo connect & move touch it and groove mind hollow to the visions that's given over a blank page shallow peeved corny m.c’s the wack nominees exposed shows falling off stage that bob dole fold face first orchestra seats they cant see straight mean faced left in a pace never producing aviation
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