Books, Hooks

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Kool A.D. a hundred dollar freestyle Best rapper in the world I do my thing, I'm a writer I'm a writer of books I'm a writer of hooks I'm in the woods I feel pretty good I feel almost like another person Almost exactly like another person This is an amazing machine I'm inside of What are these beautiful sounds and noises that the ears detected that I am a hearing? Am I seeing these noises or are the noises a beautiful thing Inside of me? This is how you crack the safe of your own consciousness My raps are totally bad and also incredibly beautifully good and well-made and well-crafted I blast it, and will continue to do so I'm in the venue, so to speak, on the menu sometimes, I think Now, I'm being dramatic These are the ravings of an addict in the attic Or cellar in the celery Allow breathe the heathen, me, never Or, I dunno, maybe What do I even know about that And what do you know about that? Ay, uh, what about the [?] If it were to behave me and it behooved you I move to table the discussion I feel like my curl too loose And that hard heart's above my light-skinned pay grade Feel me? Young player in the game, that's me, Kool A.D., Never lame, always famously sharply beautiful Understood as the number one rappin' MC My truth the super duper maybe and evidentially and very well Evidentially, my dear Watson It's as well essentially understood that your boy Super hustler what's good, wow, Kool A.D
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