Distinguish my thoughts,
Lyrical phrases make them
Behave less, for crowds
Who pay less, they test
Ones best, beat up the
Composition with slurs
Of black ink lyrics, can
They feel it my illist,
The nouns still kill it,
I starting to feel this.
They like my style and the
Flow lips pound, test my vibe
I cope with nouns and bring the beast of nouns.

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