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

[Aesop
I've been a biplane dog fighter Henson
Trooper result of Dragon Ball Z/Speed Racer gene splicing
Mach force, blind the extorted from the common dirty
Destiny dream sighting, important as the prints
God the planet screaming "What on Earth is that?"
I sit back five
Only to muscle the overcooked
Fending fatality successful dodging violets
All Mary and hello dollies!
I flow ridiculous, to now
Who holds the golden ticket?
Saw the wicked war phantom mansion the pickets
The next door to when the stickball clears the fence
hesitate to fetch it!
I was walking through a pinball tilt built
circling turtle
I the bullet in a wingspan shadow
Suck and the oxygen gulps
And spit the metal back up the barrel
We icegrill the (right)
The common decency a lowball estimate of zero
My testament is b-boy stances
Dancing past the foggy
With clean the billy goat beard, camoflague the spirit
I'm at six degrees of sexy
Yeah never up inside summerjam classic
Under the bed backwards
Scaverning the carnival for an outlet
WHO THE FUCK IS AES
I'm not a to keep at arms length
to little lattice quilt makeshift
Sick mechanism, check your mission
I am not a vision, check your
Just a simple delinquent
No it not help you shove your Lincoln

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

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

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

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