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I'm just a lyrical prostitute rather than a prophet
I prefer to sell my knowledge so I can constitute a profit
Participate in capers, break these grams and split these papers
Rolling up on Webster's to get high as a skyscraper
I'm feeling like a zombie Never really sleep
So I smoke cloud 9 and proceed to count sheep
I'm a fish in the wrong reef
I lost my school and now I'm swimming as a shark treat
In the game it's eat or be eaten On the path to fame it's beat or be beaten
Knocking on doors to opportunities like I'm out Trick or Treating
Eat, Sleep, sh**, Rap, same routine every weekend
Nothing's impossible, I am unstoppable. Spitting these bars, you think it's comical
Chances was optimal, people are obstacles. Friends are optional, so I'm inaudible
Theoretically, I make up my pedigree, because I made me, I shaped me; Excuse the complexity
When I'm dead s**t me through a Ouija board,because after terrorizing victims, I bet, we'd be board
I punch psychics and ask if they foreseen it coming
Apparently as a lady I am unbecoming,To clear your throat you'd need plumbing
Which is why you do mushrooms, The Super Bros you steadily ask for summing
I tried to keep my circle tight, but they all keep square dancing
My loose flow is free like a girl in the field feet bare, prancing
Dismantling my enemies, they propose no amenities
Conspiracies to verities, spread them through these melodies
Inequities of the youth, brainwashed through these booths
Money, weed, and booze, they hearing life has no other use
Correction, Objection, protesting all elections
At the crossroads of life catch me at an intersection
Life is a dick and it has an erection
When I'm dead s**t me through a Ouija board, because after terrorizing victims, I bet, we'd be board
I punch psychics and ask if they foreseen it coming
Apparently as a lady I am unbecoming