Lettering the better things.
Method to the masterpiece.
Remembering, incredibly,
Everything they tellin' me.
Put it to a melody.
Gotcha feelin' jealousy.
Typically, inevitably,
The Kings are bowing down to me.
And this is just to start.
I'm breakin' out-
And hurtling, every single chart.
It's written in the stars.
It's written like these bars.
Passed down and transcribed.
But it's flowin' from the heart..
The battle lines are drawn-
In the minds of the masses.
Dominate the class-
That no one ever passes.
Demolish all you asses.
Your assets are classless.
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