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Unfinished Mav track
- //mav
- Work well under pressure, clean off the dome schemes
- When it comes to URLs, I’m binging every NOME stream
- And Salice Rose's OnlyFans, she’s lez', I'll bring her back to the home teeeam !
- My apologies, 2025 rez', now's not the time to break my growth dreams
- This year I'm, without fear to rhyme interior zen
- Keep peace stoicly, mend unhearin' what was said
- Or, up the score and wreak fresher air in revenge
- Pure primitive panacea, rub dirt up in the lesion
- Montgomery Scott, rather you leave me here
- I been playin' with my food, it's eatin' them alive
- Seein' me thrive, on crude, I may feasibly survive
- Enigmatically hued, you, can still feel me in the night
- Elusive in enumerate energies unglued to ego's pride
- Huggin' horizons on marked pockets worth a shrine
- Hearin' heavy hearts hangin' a hundred feet beyond
- Concrete jungle, bungled up in a tunnel of our minds
- Subtle thunder, uncomfortably jumblin' words to find
- To explain the sensation of anguish within my eyes
- Of which, faintly laid on spectacles I'm able to design
- And ditch, the view from here's beautiful in its sight
- My niche is few and far between a natural high
- Unhitched, two liars whom once sat in a double wide
- Flinch a fist, and get the hint if you think I'm shy
- Dumb bitches slither on the thinnest layers of ice
- And hence I send a single shiver down your spine
- You wince by the fence in whence you left me behind
- You went and lent sentiments of offense, so don't pretend you don't know why I fend off any climbs
- //csl
- I’ve seen inconceivable things, remedial beings get beamed immediately
- I’m seasoning my enemies, y’all steady marinating in beefing
- I need Yeshua to come and cleanse my spirit, get your palletes up
- And when I say these poles are going up, I ain’t talking about a ballot box
- And when Im bringing out the bitch you in men, know I ain’t talking Fallon Fox
- I checked every swing you took, you pussies don’t even know how to box
- Like damn, come and fetch your mans, and he going out sad, imma do my dance
- Compare my fighting to clockwork, I’m striking him with both hands
- Father stretched his hands out to me, I spit in it and gave em a firm shake
- You can call me a pussy, but bitch you’re fake, your words are tied to your fate
- I walk amongst these peasants on a higher cloud, 9 angels held me down
- I’m smoking on that clarity pack, hit the blunt and pass it around
- My third eye open, visions of heaven pass me now, I’m passing out
- This pack of loud and the lack of sound got me lacking now
- Arsenic rain it may weather, countered back, bitch I’m Pacquiao
- Im blacking out, I’m way better, feel like no body can pass me now
- And they keep playing on my name still, trust me this a tame kill
- How the fuck you talking and can’t even stay up on this site for real
- Homeboy done when and got his head banned, not talking LeBron James though
- He tried calling me a thief and then got attacked from all angles
- I’m fallen angel, may god forsake you, rebuke the sins of a clouded deranged fool
- He pulled up against a hurricane and all he brought was his rain suit
- Treat a nemesis like in the genesis when the flood came, this ain’t Noah ark
- There’s no coming back from this, can’t save your faith, we watched you get shot
- And for anyone thinking I’m light work, don’t even try and plead your case
- I put points on the board, you get white chalked, you and come and get erased
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