| Hm.. Something IV.. Mechanical explorations of the mind is hard to find,
Lyrically en-closured by my rhymes, its about time.
I educated your mind, with on going punch lines,
I rip lines and rip spines, cook your soul and eat it with brine.
I think fine, a lyrical perfectionist without dimes,
With not a record deal to sign, but in the underground I shine.
Like Mike Tyson biting ears the press will appear,
To capture me on tape with a couple of beers.
I kinna ran outta shit to write after beers, lol
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