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Prelude/de l’amour.
Recently, parchment has been turned into carnage
When the music gets tarnished like the world from car emissions
And carcinogens, spitting, my bars limitless
Sick as a bald kid that's been trapped in a hospital, it's
So ridiculous, fiddle with little ignorance
Just to get a position that's sicker than how they pictured him
Making a sandwich with Ritalin in the middle, and
Get a slice of the bread that's been soaked in the malt liquor, kid
Part liquorice, heart sick of these chickenshits
Gotta stick it in mistresses just to show my resentfulness
You might sneeze if you sick of this like me
I'm sipping on iced tea, and i stay with the rhyme syndicate
My, this is as quick as a light flicker, it's
Quite insolent, rap with a tight intellect
Lit like a cigarette, and lost in the cost of it
Honestly, I'm feeling like I'm locked at the top of it