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Punishin fools with the sword's pointy end Straight through/ no punch-ins that's for munchkins I'm a man battlin psychosis My gift is their cruse Brain filled to the brim with words My mouth stay running Spittin nothing but verbs Mumblin to myself While standin on curb Fools walkin all around me My eyes scan the dirt Searching for worth Hoping they get it as we converse I got a lot words Jammed in my verses Can't cut through the fat It take time to get to the source I prefer to be immaculate With my passages Picture accomplishment's After accidents You know After accident we back again Thriving at the end Uhh We back again Back again Back again