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I am not your brother. I will not pretend Though we are kin to one another, brother you are not my friend Love a contradiction, said with a conviction so convincing You re-listen just to check if you was missing something But you're young and your hearing's on the up and up For now, I just like when motherfuckers raise they eyebrows Then drop like "bink, bank, bop," That's how niggas used to describe when dudes got molliwopped Yeah, I'm so whatever so fuck your clever steps Steps one would think whack raps to make a nigga feel hoodwinked But, via the power of cadence, you could rhyme whatever Shit that comes to mind in four-four arrangement, like: "My lame, I'm lame, don't you like my lame-game?" Dumbstruck and strange asking seniors for some change, dang Public transportation was a doozy Now if we could fast-forward to the best part of my movie I see light, I see cosmic popularity Oceans of fat 'fros at my shows in low clarity Cause my fantasy wife keep blowing O-rings to marry me live I propose we take to the skies Then settle down between clouds 9 and 5 Fuck this plane too many fears my peers living in vein, yo Ain't no way to play gone astray I put that on Plato's Poetics [Wait, wait, wait... it was, um, not Plato It was Aristotle who wrote The Poetics My fault don't mean to misinform alright let's get to it] Spit anesthetics, sew the wound no hospital no medics I'm prophetic: erase/edit I'm pathetic Trying to draw my bloodline back to kinetic blacks rapping Tapping Erykah's shoulders looking for thumbs up I'm Megatron, alien scum weight in a megaton Caution thoth Egyptian pantheon, and you can't unlearn The synchronistic knowledge that your man be on Number patt's sacred tats and hand signs Sonic evolutions stop you in your tracks like a land mine You a damn lie, Zeroh, well I wish I was a box of chocolates But, you know, stupid is as stupid does I'm super lucid my aloofness not because of drugs The world's a fucking zoo a ship a school a Persian rug And swept under with the money blood we're the fucking bugs Who can't stop fucking cause a hug will not suffice for love I only want to make a baby if I'm rich enough to facilitate a stable Living for my seventh son, and my fourth daughter That's if I find the one vessel I could wrestle with intellectually Sex you up. Fun would be the best way to describe us You'd be logic, while I just frolic through the pocket fuzz Being the change: nickel-diming. A lane of my own Liberate your diamond mine and move on home No need to pack your bags just be true Get the stuff with the Flow-Go God, every second is new Broad horizons await us, ignore the label majors Make a mill' up out your trunk proclaim yourself As the greatest piece of the puzzle and giver Remember to always under-promise and over-deliver That's how my scripture satisfies likes a Snickers Picking locks, talking like ticks on a mission clock Just be mindful of the gifts you got