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[Verse 1] .... Aight, enough about him, let's talk about me 'cause every now and then I gotta speak my piece I can curb my own ego and still get it off When i walk i break off trunks of Himalayan salt I receive my blessings from projecting my love I'd rather do that than stain source with blood Easy-peasy rice and cheesy but dont get touchy-feely Get punched in the neck for being greedy My living quarters are cold with poisonous mold Been living down here since zero years old In the name of the Creator, I rose Remove the millstone from my own neck bones So i can spit what i wrote In return, I was enhanced manyfold and saw spiritual growth For you to find out and for me to know How I weld words together, seperately plasma cut into letters A ripper forever, nobody do it better From Letras Mania