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"We now present to you...music" up*
"Music to you stutter"

[Aesop
I've been a biplane dog fighter invention
Trooper burst result of Dragon Ball Z/Speed gene splicing
Mach force, blind the extorted style from the dirty
dream sighting, important as split the prints
God shit the screaming "What on Earth is that?"
I sit five dimensions
Only to muscle the specimen
Fending tragic fatality successful dodging
All hail and hello dollies!
I ridiculous, indigenous to now
Who holds the fifth ticket?
Saw the war phantom mansion beyond the pickets
The house next door to when the stickball clears the
hesitate to fetch it!
I was walking through a pinball tilt landscape
circling turtle
I bite the in a wingspan shadow
Suck and rust the oxygen
And the metal directly back up the barrel
We the silhouettes (right)
The common decency factors a lowball estimate of
My testament is b-boy stances
Dancing past the mirror
With wipes clean the goat beard, camoflague the spirit
I'm at six degrees of sarcasm
Yeah never swam up inside summerjam
the bed backwards bastard
Scaverning the carnival for an outlet
WHO THE IS AES ROCK?
I'm not a to keep at arms length
Adjacent to little lattice quilt
Sick security mechanism, check your
I am not a vision, check mission
Just a simple delinquent
No it will not you shove your Lincoln

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I alone
I peddle in the mud
I alone, I condone rebel planting
I alone stand in a social
All up to your dome, follow I

"Now you see me, now you don't" Man]

[Aesop
Well he was enough but still scraped up
183 innovation for the kids
Brick foot ironlung
Escape the night like a disgruntled teen Krylon bomber
Without a care from posting the roster
Mal-adjusted blank faced civilian dispersed
Reeling in several separate fame-booster modules
nervous twitch mark the most delectable ingredient
See Aesop starving troops in cell blocks with feeding bins
(More like) Like I'd auction off a fuck for that blind you ride in
I'd rather find the floors and watch you hide
Feel the haggered look penetrate brain
Blasting clear out the back of this batches sour collection
(FLASH FLOODER!)
You're a wind-up toy
A goddamn four string criminal trading
The reason decorate the fonts of closing credits
To boost on-looker amusement after hard
more Z's than Rip Van Winkle's 12 Step Narcolepsy Seminar
The action, we all compete the masked
The commonfolk, I em all
Challenge balance
I alone pour talent while they
If the revolution ain't be televised
Then fuck, I'll probably it

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