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Keep typing no need for ghost writing, when my pen hits a pad it’s heat lightening, delightfully enlightened, alive in the flesh ignite spit, splitting brains in half, quick maths gassed up got paragraphs built to last, each line withstanding the test of time no need to cut cuz I’m always first in line rhymes raw black tar heroine scaring them while exhaling rarer gems, semi precious stones cold tossed into bone broths can’t help but floss on the fakes and imposters, they lost souls wit goals they won’t accomplish payin other people for bars they can’t process, cuz most of these bitches are fucking obnoxious, not valued for more than sex objects I flex knowledge, while painting a mural with my metaphors aye n like I said before I’m here stay and no amount of hate can keep me away, I’m not a cheap date cuz I handle my liquor got my own lab ain’t no fuckin gold digger, folding fingers into fists can’t help when inspiration escapes my lips, poker face legit double or nothing we taking it, fuck fame I’d rather remain an underground raver chick so promise me when I’m gone one day you’ll skank and cypher at my grave to a fat Benny L track with lots of Reese bass, or maybe through all the death rot and decay we’ll find immortality one of these days wouldn’t that be great