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Rhyme sequel, nobody's ever gonna be equal I might freak you, my thoughts lie on a decal See, I can survive on the edge of a needle Skills at prime, can't be divided by no figure On the streets, in a tweet, you's a fucking goner Like the sound of the steps of the skulking fauna The beat is strait while I look for my own plaice Lines be out for daze, are the props paid? The folks are braids, hope of fate's my slate I spit so thick-et sates the grate of my pate And the game, I never keep the flow running the same I keep flushing the frame, I keep hugging the aim The flow, the show, the to-and-fro in a row The "would I look back at the end of the road" I tweeze it, then peel it, then squeeze it, degrease it Then freeze it, then breeze out, the details that I visit Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind You got to know ignorance is bliss, with a fake kiss of hope Love is the soap and a slope With its scope within the mind not being kind The smile that is twined is the one that's well timed And I got a bad timer, all I can do is rhyme-a Set of refiners, can't even constitute a dimer So I won't ever step on the same fucking ship I got my pip in my grip Never gonna be snipped, and I'm looking for chips And never biting my lips, it's like a trip in your kips When you look in my eyes, ain't no feeling that's hidden When I look in your eyes, ain't no feeling that's within These rhymes are the opposite of cloak, close to broke Close to folk, breath before a ground stroke I step to the mic, and I'm quite like smoke Set the place on fire, then just stand and stoke Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind