I mean can you tell me
how should I know?
Another freak show
Another sick flow
Another rhyme grows
Next trumpet blows
Next sax horns
New baby born
New fabric torn
Worn magic
Storm tragic
Fantastic
Unrealistic
Cinematic
Addictive
Reflective
Objects
Of desire
Hot, Like fire
Unyielding power
Let them
go to shower
cool down
wear a gown
Bounce
left right
up down
Rip off that jeans
By any means
Now you can start to lean
start to lay
Start, To do it your way
Cassius Clay, Away From fights
Protecting, Your rights
Jump Up and down
In flights ascend
go see sights
Turn on your lights
Stay on
All nights
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