The first day
First second
Entering the prism of the sewer
Blindfolded misguided still finding
My way using the faith
Using my not being afraid
Attitude my old earth gave
Stench wind currents directing me
To the center
To the stage
with a 1, 2 - a 1, 2
There goes that mic check again
When I pick up the beat
My 8 count is deadly
Follow me before you try to hollow me
Or be left found under the street
Without your bone marrow Gee
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