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Relax for one mother fucking minute
Already got me right back in it
Wrote a sentence like a sentence
And now I am finished
It is written, rinsed and polished
Sitting on the highest shelf of my office
Yet you insist on dropping me deeper than a coffin
These feelings come up often
No facade I'm rocking, always honest
Your drops I'm never copping
Coughing up catchy hooks deeper than your conscience
Just a nuisance, no power to stop this
Take your check and your audience, can't pay the rent
Hey that's progress
No rest on this mystic quest