The Ancient Art Of Adlibbing

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[Adlib] Music I love my music But they abuse it And then refuse to acknowledge where it came from That's why I blame them, for devestatin' This form of entertainment And its a shame when, a generation Thus have a blatant material temptation A fascination with oral presentation Satan creatin' mass spread emulation Now an entire nation lacking innovation It's waiting patient for mental emancipation If you're intuitive you'll hear this information And choose music At the pool pit teaching my congregation Encased in The speaker woofer between the situation Various verses reverberate and curiate And make it sound like you mind The space is solid vibration For you scholars a geometric explanation Shaking' the hypotenuse opposite interjacent Takin' every angle through 3 levels of elevation Continuous like global rotation My preparation, is meditation A thousand words for every thought I'm translatin' After origin explore every possible avenue I can travel through While avoiding limitations But the masses don't have the appreciation For genuine talent and settle for imitations Drastic actions with dire implications Forget the simulation Here's the live demonstration Music I love my music But they abuse it And then refuse to acknowledge where it came from That's why I blame them, for devestatin' This form of entertainment And its a shame when, a generation Thus have a blatant material temptation A fascination with oral presentation Satan creatin' mass spread emmulation Now an entire nation lacking innovation It's waiting patient for mental emancipation If you're intuitive you'll hear this information And choose music Choose music A gifted mystic, shifted This ship ain't never put me to fully accomodate Dominate, abominate, the currently wicked mind state Different rhymes break cycles Recycle the rightous and regurgitate the fake Or make the mistake and misrepresent But I'll present and introduce an extraordinary inventions You're invited Ride the rhythm of the words we recited We provide the precushion Pianos, bass are perfectly placed Embraced by nigh of diggy drums Which become a foundation of syncopated creation When a combination Coupled with wood winds With man made and good friends Now wanna energize, improvise or excercise Who would've thought at such a time that we be facin' A narrow far beyond all imgainaiton And every day evil exceeds our expectations And our music is in need of recessitation So who will breathe life and ignite The flicker and light A musician excercising their frustration If you're intuitive you'll hear this information And choose music Choose music