Take that data, and put it on your playlist
We got the rockets for your radar dish

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Its no joke, I hold my poem close to the chest
Stoned smokin' cess has got my soul caught in a slow roast,
So close to havin a tactical balance but im stone broke,
A grown man with no hope, no cash and no plan, but nope,
Im thinkin, I gotta get outta this boat,
it's sinkin, I know but first I gotta put down this dope, down in quotes.
and every word that I put down is dope,
it's that potent rap flow, you could pack it in your nose, frigid, no jacket in the cold,
Alone, on the last day of autumn on that slow walk home, froze up, wishin it would all just disapear,
while the headphones whisper dirty, drippin' secrets in my ear,
let me flip this vision,
help you get it crystal clear,
Life is not as it's imagined in that rear view mirror view, Switch it.
I drop that shit straight in your play pen with a fresh viewed columbia cup spillover,
SAY WHEN!

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