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Demmene Syronn Frierson
Demmene Syronn Frierson
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Nick Valois
Nick Valois
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This is just the preamble, the warm up, the intro, the spit from the get-go The warm up, the intro, the spit from the get-go This is just the preamble, the warm up, the intro, the spit from the get-go The warm up, the intro, the spit from the get-go We all got to meet the reaper Whether you're religious or an eager non-believer My mind went boom that's an onomatopoeia used to describe When I stumble on a bomb idea They say to master your mind frame Focus on yourself instead of playing them spy games That's easier said then done though Like trying to find the wallet that was left in El Segundo Stand up after you stumble Or get buried in the stew like bay leaves in gumbo Don't ever let your dream crumble There's many different ways that you could see the cream bubble First you got to learn how to juggle Cause getting to your goal requires more than one hustle Can't be afraid to be a maverick You could be the best but knowing that is only half of it This is just the preamble, the warm up, the intro, the spit from the get-go This is only the beginning, and before my ass forget I need to say, thanks for listening This is just the preamble, the warm up, the intro, the spit from the get-go This is only the beginning, and before my ass forget I need to say, thanks for listening This is just the preamble The only way to handle is by handling your handful Play your part until your show get canceled The state of art is molded mostly from the wax of one of God's candles You're the sculptor, you command what your hands do When building your structure you gone do what you plan to A part of failure is not following plans through Blocks to stumble over money's a distressed damsel Many disadvantages are circumstantial Useless excuses get tossed in a landfill Sasquatch is serving up a song scramble Impervious to blockage, every thought shock the mantle And just a sample turn a hard rock to shambles Or crush a ton of granite into microscopic granules Through the wires of your fiber-optic channels It's prone to blow your mind and realign your circuit panels This is just the preamble, the warm up, the intro, the spit from the get-go This is only the beginning, and before my ass forget, I need to say, thanks for listening
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