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Let the beat drop like this when I, I grab that mic son/
If I see a scary dog coming you know I might run/
I got a pool now crazy people, I’ll invite some/
I ‘ve been working out pretty steady I got the right guns/
Not really but I could work my words like a tight pun/
Metaphor or simile you duck I got the light gun/
Twisting these words create worlds yeah that’s hype fun/
That’s pretzel style like Princess Leia rockin a tight bun/
I don’t see eye to eye my vision’s bad my sights done/
I’m not sure about your jam if it’s dope I might come/
I make moves first like playing chess you move the white one/
I’m back in training like an athlete doing a night run/
Do the math you can’t add can’t get the right sum/
But fortunately I teach math stay in the class till I’m done/
I read your rhymes a dictionary’s what you need so find one/
And edit your work I’ve seen your words and you’ve refined none/
(Verse 2) [A-Cubed]
words create worlds its a nice place to visit /
so honestly please don’t forget to purchase tickets
with these words I’d like to keep it real implicit /
I prefer the word sharp to being complicit
furthermore, I will over I would any minute /
and like a ball player making sure I can pivot
inconceivable to find someone consider me a bigot /
a word when embodied, seriously inhibits
using could over can is something I prohibit /
saying could is like doing math without the digits
finally, I shall trumps should in retrospect /
my personal word choice, I can always inspect…
