.Well my style's free it can't be held in any cage of prison.
While you resorect my rhymes, I practice blaytin' playgerism.
Livin' in the age of wisdom but surrounded by the dead.
A benefitial sage's wisdom sent to pound it in your head.
Sound'll spread, eardrums bleed, round this bed.
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