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though i live in the trap i ain’t trapped by the trap
life student trapper keeper of the price. for keen figures
green niggahs, enslave the feins same like, the stylist
do wit dem faded and skinny jeans, Winnie please
don’t ruin me, my wonder years ain’t over
de ja vous it’s a do over.. if i hit her wit the tool
she’ll feel screwed over… got the pliers for the tube
move over… spaces like a Tab… retro carbonated drink
wink its gone another fad… like the fame that you had
once the dj switch the fader you will never leave a crater
on this plant damnit, on this plant damnit, put a martian in a coffin
if it really came to sparkin. every so often i switch my style up
actually every go out, i switch my style up…
just to get the haters riled up ..mani pedi file up
many pedophiles up in places of high praise
fire in the sky, aliens its trainin day
watch me shoot the fade away while the rest is killer crossin
syndicated syndicate of boys pseudo crime bossin…

I wrote this rhyme, well started writing this rhyme to something else last week some time. Then I heard this track and finished writing it. I had to rhyme over this. Fun times. At the end of the month I’m going to release something finally.  ‘Trap’. It’s going to be mostly brand new material. Some rap. Some beats. Some sound bites. Definitely interesting and a well put together piece of art. That I promise.