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let me introduce you to the types of things that come off my dome rolling 1,2,3 like sprinklers on a lawn, where i be going sometimes i do not know, like a cab driver who happens to be legally blind, legally impaired i'm mentally aware spiritually im trying to be there but i aint been to church in awhile but i aint gonna lie to ya'll it's been almost 2 decades up in this thang, an mc, since i was born on my birthday back in 1980, just missed the '70s, but got a soul, like it belongs back in the 40's this, is, roaring 20's whether that be dollar bills or 20 boxes full of good-and-plenty's it's just how we do whether we in minnesota, or down here in chicago just feel the keys like the cold air, lakeshore breeze back into it, we moove, so smooth, we groove... it's ok to pause, take a minute, start fresh, like an intro clause you know, i gotta drop my grammar references, every once and awhile i feel like life is no much more than a small set of open and close parenthesis and what happens in the middle it's not that simple, it's a sentence sometimes it's indented, sometimes i trip up like my budget, overspent it, yet again, we switch up the tempo me and my musical kin, my musical friend we go up up up and over the rainbow like... north american grew the beat h.u.e the heirloom mc cuz, i take my time to bloom and my rhyme is different than you staccato tempos i love drums in the pocket keys in the glove from the apartment to the concert every party, 8 bit atari the simpelest truths i know water flowers then they grow play with children give them hope take away sunshine and they won't you see the power of words i hustle adjectives to get my verbs until my pockets fat with nouns move metaphors for kilometers prepositions up in the clouds can come consistent with consonants, and rip the longest vowels explicit shhhtt?! just bowels so my kids can digest these lines no white powder, magic vines climb up touch a dream rolling magic up in my sleeves pull a black rabbit out a white hat switch a bright light switch and place it back tried to unwrite my wrongs too many erasers too many songs so i'm learnin to live, with all my gifts tons of socks, most don't fit toes peek through at times don cornelius left, and dilla died soul in mo'towns is hard to find the country's cracked, up as it seems there's-a-cure, for humpty-dumpty disease all of the women and all of the men have to put the peace signs together again