“Yo Pruf man whats going on dude”

“You know coolin whats up with you”

“You know man, just working on the Master of The Flying Guillotine, what you been up to son?”

“Yo same shit brother”

“O for real”

“Ya...”

“You bring some with you?”

“Hell ya”

“Word up”

Heeeeeeere we go:

On-a-on-a verbal vacation that's what you now have taken

Blend with the rhythm stirred not shaken

Defacing websites with wack presentation

Showing me products instead of information

Celebrities, don't count in this equation

Non shaven, work with understanding

Wrote the business planning, used heavy over standing

Master thesis

Don't deal with elitists

Underdeveloped like smoking mamma fetus

Once you breathe this you've now pledged allegiance

Cut off your arms & legs, leave you paraplegic

Long before fitted caps & lust for double D's

Only D batteries pump beats in the streets

Break dancing on cardboard got more than what you asked for

Shit is tragic like gyms & balls of plastic

Some date, cause her ass be the phattest

Others for landed immigrant status

Mash up your head on some next level shit

Like moms kissing you good night after suckin on dads..... (whoa)

Metaphors & similes reach all possibilities

Reverse sterility rejuvenate fertility

Visibly got that un-touchability

Master of The Flying Guillotine is tranquility

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