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What's on your mind
Mind over matter
Creates the matter at mind
What's the matter
Well its probably your mind.
Matter of fact Do you mind
Your fucking manners
Because that's all that matters
I'm not hear for a fuckin lecture
I am not hearing what's on your mind
Turn up the volume in my head
Compose all this dark matter in my head
Into anti matter creating a gravitational
Vortex straight dislocating your cortex. From neurons to neutron imploding stars
Devastating your distant solar systems
And your central nervous systems
With my quasars. Coming to crush your city like Reptar. All my homies rugrats with wire wrapped heady baseball bats.
the lambo doors on the spaceship lift up.
Took out your king with a bishop.
You're just a rook.
The whole game is shook.
King me.
Um
I ain't no rook
It's you that got took
You're high and mighty
Yet look how you shook
You played your own game
Suspecting my death
But I shall keep living
And you wont be left
I don't know where that came from but I guess something in your words made it happen.
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