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Come Out Swingin'

Void primrose lacka the flow Overthroweth the master with the boundry searchin' poly-meter Out of reacha but ya still want to hold Ta busta the rhythm of the ounce and the gram Unpredictable tempo, like Im out with a plan Pioneerin' styles spinnin off into a ortibal Mode of the moment week like Im acting out of of habit Ummm what would you like to do tonight, Brain bust the avant-garde, flip and meditate in the cosmic dark with The stubborn remain of a derision darision Fairly common when the targets increase in the markedly hard to hit, Hit while i pitched the mission mothering the notion cop it and grip it Right like a helm, layin like a beat poet outta wit(outwitted) That's it, only when the plans and attack and the of the trips Flips, however the master rap with immaculate Degree of vision skiin the powerful with a slight Of hand and, bust outta this or that routine like, jeez While they sleepin on it, Im alert and creep on It, ready to leap on it, I see comments comin and I change Like a quick-change-routine, reflect it, or then intercept It, so I bust a cryptic code with a rhetorical Mode empty, your assumption, loom and consume Entrancement in your doom, I, glow like a bioluminecent Plume of light, and glisten, I go in and try to find What's goin' on inside, not to ride the truth, I just Want to guide the troop to the a source, red-eye the Truth, just tryin' to keep it loose like a neck on Goose, break admininister the check to excoose who I choose to, beat, pin diffuse abusive vibes to Blind sides of these preimadattas when the fact of the matter Is that yo it fatter, if I at it alone, Im wierd Like a palindrome, you can ring a bell and I'll come out Swingin and flingin the earth under wing till hurt bring Absolute bliss with a frenzied fit of the rift, split The mind from the line and reinsert the mathemitic bliss That miss the average missile, whistle clean of the vented Outa steam like a machine that dream, but still stuck Between the gears in motion, scoping, and hoping that Nobody, is up on it like what (echoes out) like what