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| fiery demons quit your screamin', I'm the king and there's a reason, see this platinum thing right here, well after I let these rhymes fall, I'll have to buy another house and buy another wall! | |
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| you think you have it all, well maybe you thought you did. the machinery of this place, everything collapsed on me, the beauty and the horror, I couldn't imagine, but you never go away | |
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| yo yo little man, your rhymes are lame, I've got a plan, I'll win this game, you waste your time, you waste your rhymes, all you posers are the same, think you can beat the king but you ain't anything | |
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| the pies mother used to make, cooling gently of the windowsill of my imagination, the white dove of peace and the fury of McCarthyism, where it all go? Where is my mind? | |
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| So far, I'm very impressed with the fluid manner in which Kid Anti varied his rhyme structure in the second panel | |
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| True. Aaron has chosen the meterless path, which could backfire on him, but his words seem to come from the heart, and I could swear I heard a Pixies reference at the end there | |
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