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Feel this tension I spit when I'm using my Wit. Mind is like a weapon when you learn To use it. All the unwritten elements in unique Measurements. This is the terror of bringing one Devilish. Cause I play as it turns and your Thoughts feel the burn. Isolating the torture, You'll feel right to learn. Quick decisions, never pushing with my instincts. Competition's admitted, straight edges of the real Seek. See the eyes of your fate, yeah, it's All bloodied from the fakers. Reason never trust another, all you have is empty Hatred. No one's fate, like no one has earned. You bitches is shit, so I spit to stoned. This waste from the human race. All I want is the power, doing whatever it Takes. Just to get a little taste, I just Wanna see the feel. All emotion is erased, Just embrace the love that reel. In your mind, feel the bite of repetition when I roam. Seeking everything I know, so what I Say cannot be grown. Smoke another cigarette, Take a chance, call me home. Blood pressed to my lips, take a fuck in My zone. Let the time fly by as I Fuck my life away. I don't care for what You're doing, I don't care for what you say. Doing it my own way, a tree away. It's a tryst I play to make fuckin' love To hate. Чтобы добиться успеха в чем угодно, Не нужно быть особенным. Нужно просто быть тем, кем большинство не является. Последовательным, настойчивым, Целеустремленным и готовым пахать ради этого. Другого пути нет.