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escape aids

Escapades with escape aids
And I Stay blazed
Im so wrecked and tainted

Im Ex evading,
I make waves
As i step this flow up
Im set to blow up
Im detonating this

Devistating and renovating
This Revolution is way past due
So i get to doing this
No excuses, I'll blow my fuse
With this flow abuse.

Like im chosen, do this shit 
Till no room is left 
For improvement, 
The screws are loose

A proven lunatic 
Fuck attic, through the roof
I'm a looney tuned up,
To tell you the truth.

Because i'm perfectly imperfect
Stay worthless like it's worth it.
Rapping of a cursed gift,
Battered bout to burst. 

Fuck Mark 
Im Markotic
Narciscist frolickin
Psychedelolic
Go psycho get on it
No shit i get off it
Too sick for my stuff
So lit i sweat vomit 
Pea in my eyes
Fuck spittin i run it.
Seize the whole week
Believe im soul seekin
Suede in my ring piece
I go in deeper
Inner explorer
Tryna swing peace 

With a warhammer Sort of mind
Mines deceiving
Try creeping round me
I Dont sleep when im breathing
Too many sheep 
Make the beast wanna eat
So im raising defence 
Theres a wolf on the beat
Put the sulphur to heat
 Im engulfin the scene
With a verbal Assault too obscene
To be heard you just feel it,

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jullianne

really powerful raw the line Because Iam perfectly imperfect says volumes  amazing work pure perfection honestly I was blown away by this one!

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PERQUISITION

Thank you for your kind words... so glad i found this site! Feels good to reach out to good people like yourself!:)

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