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Round and round here we go!  MASK UP!! The mic is on.  solders by my side.  You think you sly?  Dragons to snakes, snakes turn to stone.  Flashing false smiles, shaking my hand?  I’m taking a stand, cuz you bland, handed out those fake vibes, standing on glass, spinning lies, throwing shade.  My fucks are on vacation.  I see behind the vail.  Oh! Snap! crackle and pop!   You are meaner than a junk yard dog.  You stay in the fog.  Chaos.  It’s mental really.  Round and round here we go!  I don’t play, I slay.  I’m ripping, not tipping n dippin!  You on a sliding scale, you’re lookin pretty pale, shit you stale! Quick call the paramedics! I think he has lost his mind!  Round n round here we go!  What’s on the table? is that shit? You’re not stable, a bottom feeder? What shines as glitter is not always gold.  You can’t steal my sole.  You should have sipped some tea by the fire, cuz now you parked in a tow away zone.  Shit you last.   Just sit down.  Okay?

Rap, punk, hip hop, storytelling, house, deep house, scratch, turntablism