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King Suspire
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In The End

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   People always want to play games when you going through sh!t.

   I guess I'd be wrong if I decided to flip.

Like trapezians, spitten Thessalonians.

   Waiting at the hot gates with 300 Spartans.

You better smarten, or start squatting, the world's rotten.

   Fear the walking, dead, remember always aim for the head.

Heartless cannibals will leave you in a pool of red.

   Anything, just to get ahead.

Love and loyalty murdered, and buried in a casket of lead.

   Lust and greed now take the lead.

But I thrive in the cold like Covid19.

   Viral verses, putting those in hurses, coming for the king.

Crown and scepter, Omega Supreme.

   The new world order is now the theme.

But I can't be contained, busting out at the seems.

   Using nightmares to make my dreams.

Everything isn't always what it seems.

   So don't fall for the schemes.

Like Conway, I'm a machine.

   Terminator from the future, spitten laser beams.

Burn a hole through your brain, with this high octane.

   Carry the weight of this stress, cause I can do anything.

The man in the mirror who is rarely seen.

   Lights, camera, action and let out some steam.

Like po-9 with a k-9, l make people scream!

   I'm a raging river, you just a stream.

If i have to take mine, bada boom, bada bing.

   Mastered my craft like Saquon Barkley juking.

Stiff arm, scoring, touchdown, champagne pouring.

   Look in the sky, its a bird, its a plane, it just me soaring.

To unknown heights, surpassing these artists who are boring.

   With fluffed up lyrics, like a pillow for snoring.

Top of the day to ya, that means good morning.

   Time to wake up, a new day is dawning.

Look out the window, the rooster been crowing.

   Put down your arms, get up, and stop yawning.

Cause the lyrical 23, is in the finals balling.

   That's another chip, not off my shoulder, but from mountain climbing.

In the end, it's my time, for you, bad timing.

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