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rappers pointing fingers, every word is oh so criticaldon't they notice that their flows so pitiful?i know no pinical i keep climbin til there's snow go literallyloco picking up a snow globehold the whole planet in my palmshake it up, cause hysteria, but manage to be calmcuz the damage that i cause, they deserve itit's hard to be the servant always working at a cost that isn't worth itwith a boss they gotta worship.. they all nervousthey worried cuz the shit they burried's washing to the surfaceand the worst is..i really couldn't care lessbare chest, never wear a vest, rest but i hear their stepswhen they dare to test where the limit isthe rest are impressed by the primitivei guess what they're missing isis efficient ways to sift, they can raise a fistbut their misdirection renders it impossible to make it hitthey just tiring their armsso instead of tryna use it to abuse, raise it higher for the bondyou desire but you won't admit, still you refuse thattryna be the only one in motion and it's too badcuz I'm accelerating speed, elevate with easeseven days a week and never break or sleepwhile you catching every red light...so who's missing out?tell me again to choose a different routelike I don't have it figured out. Aus Songtexte Mania