| I felt that isolated stare from a million pairs of eyes
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| Burnt this feeling into retina used as rhythmic device
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| Devise an I’ll supply unrefined imagery
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| Can express captured hatred quite vividly
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| Won’t resort to use of single simile
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| Actions simply savage to a god’s symmetry
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| You lack civility
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| Descend from men of caves
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| While we gave the gift of cities
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| My people’s architects
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| Your actions parasitic
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| When it comes to artforms get it straight son we live it
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| If this was '85 I’d be telling you y’all bit it
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| I’ll play eternal cynic
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| The tongues I speak intrinsic
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| Linguistics lodged in larynx made the words you spit transparent
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| Tales known to Two divided lives collide at Varick
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| Reformed in form of lyrics
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| A page of hieroglyphics
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| Marks mathematics of a people’s true existence
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| When force exceeds resistance
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| It’s our core that loses vision
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| Restored glory just to be reduced to rubble
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| Dismantled culture’s last gasp is never subtle
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| Common psyche troubled
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| Infants drown in puddles
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| Shallow answers sabotage attempts at weak rebuttal
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| You’d miss my essence even if you wrote this verse verbatim
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| Deranged sense of rhythm gives this griot endless patience
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| Obtained ancient manuscript said to hold salvation
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| It read «your quest for fairy tales will lead to more frustration.»
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| Formulated thoughts now condensed to pure equation
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| Arithmetic of breath coincides with vicious nature |