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    Default Jet Fuel

    Shuffle the shine dwindle in time reboot fools battery backs
    Mack’s attack pack cracks acts be flack jacks when we pack raps in packets/
    Spit in ciphers books n lines memorized
    Flows exercised check the lines for spies/
    Jot cha mind down in times
    Whether it be imaginary or visionary/
    Get buried in dirt vert tricks ticks boom pits
    Tatted wits flips grips time just ticked away/
    Jaded by the flames we disturb with verbs
    All herbs get thrown in dirt waiting until flowers bloom/
    Run the gambit charge the flow flunk the timeline spool
    Hamlet settle the edit fed it to a medic when I edict my edits/
    Better rate geico be straight taken off time dribble lines
    Shoot slammers when I’m handing out hammers/
    Scam the arm jam the needle down your veins
    Maintain pains drain the aims lean off of the flow/
    Watch the window open and watch wind gust in busted oops I’m crusting biting down
    Jaws be locked sharks are all talk and no bite marks so when the sheep stark’s/
    Its storage time Oscar wins be glimmers simmer down on louts
    I round cha off fractions options be lacking stack blocks like legos lock/
    Dock plot pays my loads codes unrolled scrolls chambered in music
    Abusive screw the illusive when I’m exclusive dispute cha styles/
    Vile mild mustard open up the cuts bust a nitro pyro be the hydro fetish
    Tentative schedule privilege reinvent cha self out cha blues get them greens glued/
    Screw fine food made a mess a masquerade past the parade fast the fade shift the gauge
    Aim the dart bring in the opus so potent I wrote it fast a fifth gifted with a thrift when I lift/

    This is jet fuel rocket for the poor
    Lifting heads like a mule look in the sky while he soars
    Past Mr. Holland’s Opus sky’s the limit to his success
    Quote this, now we’re focused

    Roll your daggers my dagget be MacTaggert
    Psychologically grab them like Titus/
    My might be Thor’s hammer thruster dusting wind
    Busting shins throw heads like the hulk back in the bulk/
    Cold colt bolts strike jolts hearts are beats to a pulp
    My fiction be friction shift tectonics bionics be clicks time up electronics/
    Admonish conglomerates destabilize flows incorporate the mains into lines
    Spit what cha present wrapped in cassettes ripple effects be waters echoing checks/
    Epitomize soul colder octagon’s nose faster blade master ways chefs in the lane
    Stay cooking up shame destine to blaze a flame far as aliens can see/
    Light up mind categorize electrify circus times a Grayson dies a robin flies
    A red robin dies one rises the other reject that bats are great survivors/
    Read cha lives in comics designed to attack critics to thoughts bubbled in clear purple
    Inked wit drivel you drool with dribble you can’t skid too so you row backwards with no sense of direction they're into/


    This is jet fuel rocket for the poor
    Lifting heads like a mule look in the sky while he soars
    Past Mr. Holland’s Opus sky’s the limit to his success
    Quote this, now we’re focused

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    pretty dope
    i like all ya shit man

    still ya work
    peace S

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    Sheepish that was niceness Shuffle the shine dwindle in time reboot fools battery backs
    Mack’s attack pack cracks acts be flack jacks when we pack raps in packets/
    Spit in ciphers books n lines memorized
    Flows exercised check the lines for spies/
    Jot cha mind down in times
    Whether it be imaginary or visionary/
    Get buried in dirt vert tricks ticks boom pits
    Tatted wits flips grips time just ticked away/
    Jaded by the flames we disturb with verbs
    All herbs get thrown in dirt waiting until flowers bloom



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