.[Verse 1]
(Hey) The mental state of a lyricist in his prime
Spit divine, thought from the mind
Poetic rhetoric that rhyme
We punch lines that leave you conflicted, and hit rewind
Every time I spit an ill line the worlds mine
Fuck a Matana
Quit it the second Im out .
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