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7signs of dead ends One way to find The signs of street cred Speaking of props from friends Some have intended Hidden drive By the way They find a secret entrance when They pretend to drive together Coming up with my tank empty The miles have been Fatal with bends aplenty Check my engine I made it here safely 🙏 Running on vapors It's safe to say Im a rough rider and a Professional racer So you know 😏 Always on speed and chase Go speed racer gooooo Until the final hour I Putin the work Rushing with power pedal is crushed like my boundaries Stuck to the metal Gasoline rebel Never did Tread careful 🧐 I need a reason to use my E-brake Cuz these brakes were strong But we're long ago Broken in far Squealing disks and bearings Breaks are clashing for the right To spit sparks Rebellious hearts Kick starting to break apart And grind to a halt Time to call it A lemon law Pushing on up the road

Seven Sins Many years I've faced The age adds up And the environment shapes my brain But like the final fate of mindless Tides of taste I enjoy the ride of waves Closing my eyes as the time Finds the shine inside my mine Deeper signs of wisdom control My highest praise Thankfully I don't have no chains Trying to weigh me away From flying proud to the skies Prime prize of strength Ready to break the restraints Of liers and plagues Getting higher than life can contain I'm wild insane Unlike the piles of plain People in cages Mild with miles of reigns All the while Tied up with childish strings My smile is filed as mine Im my own maid of maintenance The style is the same Ever scene ya see me in frame Never changed a thang Any second or century the enemy Envy's my fame Growing giant from the tiny Complaint I avoid the decay of decades Leeching vampiric drain Yeah boyyyyy Like saving the freshest flavors I've made mine to plate Not afraid of the fakeness The lies obtained The tamest lame of mankind's Weakest fryed wash brains Extra lame I'm not afraid of high class plans Coming to breath life In my eyes aim Like flys to light They fear the sounds and sights Created By elite scams Like Y2K Like radical race shades Shelves of tiny bangs Improvised mines of claims Landscaped the lines in my hand I'ma pray 🙏 I don't drive In the blinding lane I'm just a tyrant away From assassin training I need to find a like mind Like mine to explain and exchange The exit and escape from This Hellscape I'm in Simple and plain

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Seven Sins is dead my friends A heavy sad mental mention For those paying attention and in attendance His evil ways are just a faded memory First order of biz is this ish The devil's evil twin Is dead in his red wicked skin This soul is free of inner vision The concert of staged dinner plates of playgrounds playing with imps that plague the pages of my skyline The sight of frame of mind Is finally mine to behold Full of flow is the second step of soaked flames and smoke Wash the post and baking cells of life Like come on mind Stop the smoking and short straw Drawing lines of snow in my sinus No need for drawing straws for shortcuts Or pulling the feathers off of Thanksgiving dinner To undress the fowl to lower its temperature Soul pushing on goosebumps and pimples to add boiling gravy To heat up things After they've gone cold turkey Pushing on the line of step kin To get my second chance At some second helpings But even though my spliting head Is aching in pain I'm split seconds away from Getting that dark meat Off my plate The darkness is great in this vessel No deep bate Debating the deepest favor of flavors I've ever tasted A taste that sticks and stays For extra vacation daze Making praise is the grace I do say Do you wait at the table And speak your thanks? Thanks for waiting and saying such Pushing waves A new day and era is raised today I'm a man of God gaze Now and ever after How about that phrase Pass the salt if your obsessed With possible possessions taken Sunny days are her to stay And Sunday is a day away The rest of my days will rest with the playing Thank the Lord I've been saved

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Intro This golden old soul Is shaded light skinned By fact is Everything isnt as it shows to seem Hosts and Demons Fast and slow Master and leashed pet Slaves with fake freedoms Thats not fiction Its misdirection and a missed perception Gates and fences Keep us separate from blending Real men dont bend as easy as Weaklings like these chickens and hens Skinny legs would've gotten me skinned end to end But thank my maker I was made thick and dense Many sessions of being obsessed with muscle memory Is how i remember the very second I was seen as a different breed Public greed is all i see Seeds pull the vitamins from UV The dirt is rich where i scape the land The shape and scrapes on my hands Hands of a real man speaking in sign language Shining the message im trying to send Calling all great states of mind Access the handset Im trying to call collect all men That can handle situations Fatal to the common trends Those grazing lives Are stuck in a cut in half process Lawnmowers rolling over all your precious diet Time to change your diet or die It's safe to say You livestock arent anything amazing Or worth being deserving of our time Domestic methods are the cowards Strongest momentum Tell me cattle being experienced in farm life Is the barn yard design Divine? Or is the grass seeming greener On the other side Heres some advice that might save your life sometime Dig a hole And tunnel underneath the divide Youll find you deserve to find me And ask me all kind of these hacks Gold mine is my tribe Wisdom multiplied by understanding Keeping a grip and a solid stance On the shoulders of giants King Midas Skin shiney Seven Sins Dipped in expensive conditions Meddling with the message Making a royal mess of things Griffin with gold wings Half Eagle, half Sphinx

The truth shall set you free!

Seven Sins Resting for a bit Thats a stretch that rips the edges Of the restless Catch me dead is when ill get to see the letters red Rusted, stressed and meddled with Stuffed in a true prison I was standing true and innocent But the case was judged By a cold fat sad mudda fudge That dense skulled slug Was slow and smelled as if He was safe from my famous nose From telling the whole court That he was drunk as Hell Just as i exposed his sludge Coming from his shell of notable notes Coming from his pores Up on his podium wearing his Black robe of justice He delcared war And the battlefield was the court My case wasnt to go public Reporters tryed to shove through the doors, but the court was closed to the public I put my right hand up To swear the lords oath Left hand on the front cover Of the good book I solely hold the truth i know To be the source of freedom The golden code that goes unspoken Everyone should learn and know Speak open and true On a case to case basis They closed my active mouth But my case is still going on Active volcano type flowing When im on the run Hot road but im not hoping To hop in a patrol car with cuffs To get escorted to a hole thatll hold my whole solid soul Stoned cold while i rock and roll Until im caught in the wrong By my p.o.

Last night was quite the wave The vibe was screaming in rage Trying to stay dry In a stream of flames Is the easiest way To flow with the floating ripples Of dreams Coming to be seen In waking dazes Day dreaming the day away N1 said I'm a demon And he's a genius for saying Such sweet phrases The way things seem The seaming current Is currently working for me today Seems insane These possessive meanies In staying caged being treated like beanie babies What that means to give Is the meaning of me being their savior Needing a team of demons is an evil thing But hey Evil is needy When left in cages and collected As keepsakes To see if they can be able To gain a need in weight They dream as they hang and swang Imps are teenie compared to a real man Compare me to a mere demon Is like setting them free As if I need em anyway Like an animated Tweety Seeing me as a hungry feind Slave for the taste I need to savor But it's them that are being saved Winged anything can be explained To taste like chicken It's the demon taste Seems to fit The scene I paint Taking weight and being shaped As I need it to be Maybe I'm just dreaming of a way To stay in a waking state We shape fate with these speedy ways

Breaking the brains Making the methods That make pain Windows wrecked wit wet rain Betta get a Betta umbrella Or betta catch a Hint Get yaself a catchas mit It betta fit I betcha get hit Instead of catching it Youll catch it eventually Dont think the pitch missed You catch it quick If you disrespecta pitch That i pitch atcha Spitball mixed with faster The pitch master Rich and nasty Hanging with bi5ches Massive missions Kiss the messager bit-hes Dont miss the chance to sit With a twisted twister Getting in the mix with extra Drenched Blessings from the pastor The past bastard that passes tips Like flash cards Hard and starting position math Cash is all math Drop by drop Passing rain clouds Sun showers dont last but what An hour Shame on the rain 🌧️ I came to take the reigns And make it rain my power Draining power? Never Ask the meteorologist Hes always on center mass With his predictive patterns A little mist Turns to a hurricane quick Told em to quit Sh8tz ridiculous

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Freestyle is the technical peice Set solid in freedom speech For those mouths that stay closed In the moment of doubt Plus full shouts of those Holding the scope of your notes Below rank than his own Dont forget to explain the main claim appear maintained and self contained Fear is unknown to all So show those foes the laws The above and below Thats how it goes Chaos and order Balance is the pace of matters Speaking loud out about how Fear is here nor now But words are swords And you should hear my power Peircing your inner ear Then setting the silverware Be my guest if dare Dinners set and in regret Cowards getting devoured When Sevens in the session Setting the snare Armed and dangerous Setting sail Chumps end up in a bucket of trouble Chum trails are never humble Set for the rest of the year But haters be near Setting the stage for the funnies Being a stinker that got the hipshot Sspitting ....o0 this hip hop Like a bunny bugged from the dummies Im stay tunnelling Underground rumbling No fronting Four nottthhhing N1 the gun is ez punching Ammo dumped and trunk Go bummbss bumppp up Down ya bum Butt thud on the grass son Crabgrass assassins grabbing grass action A$$ scratching is the only reaction Bad habits Sad matters Habitat in disasters Matter of fact son Thats facts done and done Not once but one more and done Twice done Twice the fun Like lights gone Im twice as gone like lifes wrong Yeah right Im twice strong Olympic type ripe, thats right Shine a flashlight Im that bright and reflective

Seven Sins Always rhyming on the grind No time to climb on my recliner Steaming mind Lines genuine Genius kind 9 times as Einstein Crooked past time with mad crimes Im not gonna lie But i aligned my spine So the past is straight behind me Time dont stop its whind So i rap round the clock like a wise guy Clockwise with my sidearms By my side Shooting for the stars That my only target at night So when the daylight is shining I keep my guns from out the light

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This pretty good actually

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Bro Continues with the Diss Instrumental???😂🔥🔥🔥

I like it

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This is so wack

Choas is my first impression. But im with it now

Seven Sins Just and intro name of mine signed ontop of rhymes Submitted sentences in lines No timeline for whines or lies Im an honest tribe of men Living loud and sending waves of vibes Emptiness hollows my mind The black kind of nothing inside Insane flow blowing by Just to burn time as wide as the wedge Hides outside the box Just think about it Comments are not thoughts Certain thoughts clouds are seen as fog Some electric smog with Exotic properties Byproducts of dry ice mixed with slices of pie Tidal tides that grown accustomed To the sky high kinda life Chosen and decided as a final rite Sober life bites the bark off Palm trees in South Carolina Oh my crimes My genie took off with my wife A hard knotted magic carpet One way type, one day flight population gathering might Hahah Yeah right I must be sleepwalking all day and night daydreaming in a nightmare Quite rare Pipe dreams starting to get wet Condescension drenched Please excuse my friend He used my phone again Fuc&ing dead end trend Please excuse my French Fin being the twin of The end Its starting to get the credits to ascend Direction and directed by 3 men Seven Sins See why i accredited 3 guys Its Me, Myself, and I Last line just crashlanded and the lines died Rip lines

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Ur fantastic producer, preciate any feedback

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