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CANTANTE: 2 Skinnee J's
TITULO:Wild Kingdom
Hear the confessions of an unrepentant skinnee from the depths of my soul in my hole in new york city i arose from my frozen abode in the north came forth on course and write my rhymes from the source to delight dr. lecter i�ll recite some invective of my own here�s my quid pro quo omens and portents have come forth in torrents it�s time to realize my rise has been foretold from the sticks to the streets i built a path that�ll last i came to nyc by the way of the pasture naive and pure i stepped from the steppes from the pie to the apple like ming it�s merciless but my mastery of majesty brings tragedy but my mastery of majesty brings tragedy my insanity loves company so i stray into the fray �cause the chaos comforts me but somebody in front of me wants to rumble the fauna causing trauma in the jungle i be the lion in winter, the hinterland dweller a cappella dash fast like a sprinter test me like litmus, but witness the fitness of my wit quick come get with this Chorus Due to my ability to flow with agility i take my place amongst the nobility but fuck the futility my mobility is upwards but my cupboards be bare like hubbard�s and it�s killing me stress make me pound my chest like a gorilla be too prove my virility search for sense and sensibility like austen I lost in philly, d.c. or boston so i jet back to willie b but trust in me, like kaa said to mowgli i�ve escaped the snake like houdini, so hold me enthralling i�m calling like the wild one hundred per cent intelligent man child now i�m making ends and i�m trying to made ends meet hoping that the enemy ain�t lurking where my friends be to feed on them like a frenzy of pirhannas while some silly sallies dilly dally like the lama make no mistake i�ll frustrate them when they hunt me more underground than salmaan rushdie my learning's obscuring like jude, i want to walk like you, i want to talk like you so what�s all the hullaballoo, we�ve got the bear necessities i�ll secure your secrets with my opens and my sesames effervescently sent to inlay rhizomes like jim jones says �hey, kool-aid�
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