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KUNG FU BLUFF, OLD DAZE NEWS
Trying to survive in rude, inevitable combat requires a steady, strong will to look for an exit
Woman needs the man, I didn’t create the genome, don’t blame me, it’s an observation, man
Think about where y’all would be without the dark womb nest of your mama, DNA donor fan
I’m among those that realize that The situation is hopeless and impossible to personally fix it.
I could never make a difference in the ethical functions of the DNA, I am only one data byte
Nothing and what I think I came from are similar to the dark womb nest of my mama, yo pop
You cannot make this state of the perception and sensational deposit of our historical blight
We have brought some form of mutant DNA to tabloid of the Alpha’s Omega RNA, hog slop.
Imperial impertinence is transitory, no leader or historical figure is allowed to exist beyond It
What It is won’t be so rude, it’s my fault that the Truth is y’all are random bytes of datum spit
Certainly, it’s necessary but insufficiently suspect to jump the validity of Truth, oh, I am bugs
Not that maybe, from the sky above to the burned out planetary, fake-ghetto hydrogen thugs.
Out of somewhere in the past times brought to the present, a teaching master’s golden lead
Becomes the iron fist of the dream that kills the germs which want to make all of us bleed
To the death we’ll fight to stay alive, eating the Earth’s growth from the thin air of a Vacuum
Once again, ad infinitum, it ain’t my fault either, neither of us are responsible, it’s DNA cum.
Done shot a messenger already? Obviously, I don’t have to flesh out the point, my rude Way
Crystal clear and without a shred of evidence, I am going to stay with my original ‘mama say’
Be a good man and don’t do anything to anyone you wouldn’t want done to you, know You!
Gold, Silver, Cash, flyin’ Bowery ghetto punks kiss all my bums dreams, “Hy-ah! Kung Fu!”
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r j j stephan, i { *fitness, preying #BlackPanther eyes of the header above, you got it! Bite. }
c. FREEZEMBER SIXTEEN, TWENTY ONE EIGHT ANNO DOMINI @ 5:55 AM PST
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