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"We New York the Narcotics"*. Zima for drugs. aka non alcoholic narcotic respiration sticky police station 3 where trees grow tall and proud today people tomorrow and always will all throughout our just a proud and sunny just nation. A little wordy but I was listening to Mos Def and Nas - Respiration*. Always always leaving trademarks where we breath on, attributing on what we see on cuz the song that never ends must forever be sung on. cuz we don't steal minds only hearts that will with a will of iron and steel always breath on. With the 4th of us the silent partner the very foundation of the creative side of our lost and found very very never boo berry cereal surreal and very cerebral foundation. using vinegar carrots and a big stick speaking softly since the day of our very creation. Trim the fat and make sure not to use additive inversives through universal check your mind conversions versing your bad to our good and backflipping back to back while reminiscing about the good job we're doing raising you always over indulging your sweet tooth for our love for you ,Emily, that's you you you, yea yea yea we've earned you. eh yea. "I'm Gone Sending to Outer Space"*, we the prodigies of our race remixing Prodigy - Out of Space* with The Root's - What They Say. saying no to Lindberg's "Gay N(on word)s from Outer Space". Dumb people are worse than the KGB betraying their universal race with gap stops and rusty nails that bite into our toes and nails while their emotionless intellect keeps moving with a motion that impedes at the speed of snails that pedocycle through years worth of rain in one second wrought and torn like tears over and through yellowish white opium fields. And now the rest of our other children play tiny PS4s with attachable big Screens that 1 child wrought with her blood and a year's worth of our own labor and tears and bunioned onion sized year worth of layered fears. all for one and one for all, and it turned out that our fears weren't worth the year, and now other children born of higher stations but not higher tier are jealous of our young Emily after only a year.

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"We New York the Narcotics"*. Zima for drugs. aka non alcoholic narcotic respiration sticky police station 3 where trees grow tall and proud today people tomorrow and always will all throughout our just a proud and sunny just nation. A little wordy but I was listening to Mos Def and Nas - Respiration*. Always always leaving trademarks where we breath on, attributing on what we see on cuz the song that never ends must forever be sung on. cuz we don't steal minds only hearts that will with a will of iron and steel always breath on. With the 4th of us the silent partner the very foundation of the creative side of our lost and found very very never boo berry cereal surreal and very cerebral foundation. using vinegar carrots and a big stick speaking softly since the day of our very creation. Trim the fat and make sure not to use additive inversives through universal check your mind conversions versing your bad to our good and backflipping back to back while reminiscing about the good job we're doing raising you always over indulging your sweet tooth for our love for you ,Emily, that's you you you, yea yea yea we've earned you. eh yea. "I'm Gone Sending to Outer Space"*, we the prodigies of our race remixing Prodigy - Out of Space* with The Root's - What They Say. saying no to Lindberg's "Gay N(on word)s from Outer Space". Dumb people are worse than the KGB betraying their universal race with gap stops and rusty nails that bite into our toes and nails while their emotionless intellect keeps moving with a motion that impedes at the speed of snails that pedocycle through years worth of rain in one second wrought and torn like tears over and through yellowish white opium fields. And now the rest of our other children play tiny PS4s with attachable big Screens that 1 child wrought with her blood and a year's worth of our own labor and tears and bunioned onion sized year worth of layered fears. all for one and one for all, and it turned out that our fears weren't worth the year, and now other children born of higher stations but not higher tier are jealous of our young Emily after only a year.