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Tha Century / 100 Bars Deep

Now This's Gonna Be Sticky....

I shapeshift monotonous mockeries into a metamorphisis of melodic
monogamy...
Im more morbid audibly, smear your extremities with catatonic embalment
fluid..
Smoke you for the toxin release! My words constrict airholes until all
oxygen is ceased...
Kids is tryin to elevate they point of views by studying topography?!
Ha! You god-awful emcees.... Watch true suns set across the horizon of your
premises...
I shadowbox with the reflection of an extra-terrestrial nemesis, to sharpen
my depth perception!
Intense ressurections of mental sections, to ascend beyond eleven tenths of
perfection...
I was born when the clock was confused and twelve fell into thirteen...
From dusk to dawn my embryo's vitality radiated a pulsing kinetic energy...
I disperse beams! 360 degrees of devastation, and six degrees of
seperation..
Equals 60 emcees thats gon die from each gamma ray salivation...
I still see 20/20 with a......

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