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yea,
let me feal the beat like a sweet titty
shout outs to LCG over there
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yall send my mother,
some mother f*** ing flowers
i assume you saying thank you,
ciej
for all the power
my people keep moving how they moving
what you saying, what you doing
ya only human
my voice is proven
im proof in the booth im chosen theres no choosing
moving my life like,
let me shine light
reflect it on rhymes, tight
i dont touch ground i stay flight
stepped through, 88 in physical format
spit sick sh** , like a dog on your door mat
fully auto clip, yea my WRITE hand control that
hold up!
nha no hold up,
im in my zone, in my throne
left handed, making it perfect sense, you cant stand it
so let me reload my rhyme,
let me bring my flow back
did you understand that?
nha you past tense, like back then
im ahead of my time, 2029 throw back
you must be last in line, like left behind
like so long and you gone, goodbye haters
this year is mine, so ima say it simple match
you can add but you cant subtract facts.
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who are you? who am i?
you cant match me, this homie maciej
ciej, devided in poems
smartest man alive,
if they get a piece of my flesh they probably gon clone
like i offer you my rib, eve aint dying alone
im born from a womb but from heaven im torn
raised by my own mistakes
but bless my mothers nme she gave me life
gave you a king to rule the mic, it aight
the world is mine im laying claim to it
if life is a game then its entertainment
how can i explain it?
stay on your next level when your playing it.
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