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[Exis]

Ayo,

Gold diggin' the waste land
That's a waste of brains just stuck in2 a space man,
Hand me some table silver & uranium, I'll play ya Space Man
& all Star Trek's fuckin' Space fans,
I built hatred back on the mic like only Mase can
Oppose the purple fur?
Your brave,
But where's the dame? The hidden slave...
Peep style & class on a bastard,
So stupid or so so classic,
So slow or gung ho master
Thicker than Pamela's breast panzer
While your physical status gets to blowin' up, like ass cancer
All clap your hand palms together for that one man that Matters
Not Marshall,
I'm better...
Swell chick lips like they got some hella shit weak comin' up yet if nothin' Ima say "Yo Simon Says...Go & be gay wit it!
This is psycho text, grow or get laid out in a minute next to grey old heads.

[Exis]

Thanks lol...

[Diablo]

I fucked with the flow. Content wise it almost read like a quick off the cuff key, so it’s hard to really critique and get into the technical aspects behind it. I know how it is, sometimes you just want to dust the keyboard off and get something down to see if you can still do it. Your verses always have a good implied rhythmic cadence to them, which works well in text, and the broken down bar style you utilise also works for you. I enjoyed it, for what it’s worth.

Keep that pen moving!