| See they’re all ears and still can’t hear me
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| I’m a wandering brown bear, sleepers gon' fear me
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| Haters toss long spears, still can’t get near me
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| Their skills rated in dog years, my claws’ll slash deer meat
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| Charging through these dark forests at mach speed
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| Dodging thorns, bushes, snakes and rock and barked trees
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| Exploring my option, touring across continents
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| Shredding you critters, but I’d rather eat berries and dark leaves
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| My wounds heal quick, the birds is my iTunes
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| The moon keeps me lit, a survivor on dry dune
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| Baboons always trip when the flower rise at high noon
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| A dragon fly dip across masses of pastures that capture life
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| And all that it has to offer, master forces when apes appetite
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| A sacrifice more than the action Christ
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| To remark on my poetry’s, facts of life
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| Galactic, shit is the moonwalker
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| Need a bigger come up, no more picnic baskets
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| Berries in the stash kit, fit for the masses
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| Peripheral 20/20, no time for fasting
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| Winter was on the creep, I’m sleeping through the badness
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| Wandering in the stream, beams on the edible
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| Once white for the paw, a four legged animal
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| Never was into honey, I’m funny with the mind state
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| Out of towners come in, then I’m boosting up the crime rate
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| Far from the typical innocent, could get too
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| Minimal to principal, acquired in my habitat
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| Sit with the Indian chiefs, dwelling in the spiritual
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| Running at cunning speeds, excessive is my appetite
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| And before we capture, travel through pastures
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| Beyond an opiate piping, a panda pumping out a cub
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| I’m on some shrub where the beetle bugs can hide out
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| Shooters in camouflage, out-step the night owl |