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    so I heard y'all wanna float...
    yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring
    prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in mood swing
    I'm broke; I know a walking corpse that spit icicle dagger to
    slit throat
    quicker than you can prove there's four letters in hope
    (h...o...p...e)
    I paint a portrait of myself, bored life inside the tortoise
    shell
    tortured, orbiting Hell's orchid, intrigued but not compelled
    I smell a hint of charred child flesh sweeping through my
    corridor
    more than one canteen, a liquid caffeine and eclipse the
    slaughters
    now is the villain of my Kabuki hologram
    as I hobble with hollow hands, please pin the nozzle
    we see intent to reinvent dream application with homage to
    ancients
    but honor modern replacements circling now basics, fresh
    I'm Bilbo Baggins, with stilts tippin' the peatree dish
    beached fish on the shores with a feast of wits eats the corpse
    divy the servings and study the traits that deemed killer breed
    credible
    that's a harp of a different color, yeah, but the song remains
    identical
    I am not a crook (crook)
    I cook the wick at both ends just to blend that element of
    chance with my
    tight rope leaf
    life, sight beyond, I reign where hunger pain got begone
    elong to something civil saint 'cause this Rembrandt paints on
    and it's a tall canvas, lodged in the gut of Atlantis
    I'm pretend, impressive lungs, some truly learn what a death
    chant is
    I alone personify man kinds collective soul
    as the result of one angry Zeus fist blistering pulp cult evoked
    face it, place it on the shelf next to the portrait Mommy gave
    you
    and the day it rains but y'all pose by the slave ship anyway
    (how sweet)
    make it rain 'till the lead be grain
    my face is a combine of Father Tom and his sweetest concubine
    whine, and it saddens me like televised casualties
    I'll be hung in the village square in exactly five minutes
    you don't want to miss it
    I've been soaking up my discontent regarding the equation
    I'm officially closed for consultation
    I float
    when everyone around me's busy drowning, I float
    when everyone around me's busy drowning, I float
    when everyone around me's busy drowning, I float
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