Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something.
Lightweights step it aside when we come in.
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping.
People on the street, they panic and start running.
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming.
I jump on my mind I summon the rhyme of dumping.
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in.
Sick of the dark ways we
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