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Competition Entry by Cognition (Member)

Submit Date: 2008-11-18 18:34:30

Entry:

My very question to succession is all in a rhyme
With lyrical digital pinpoint my inner spiritual design
I find myself with anxiety
Dreary times of an economical fuck up society
Im not the savior
But when shit gets redundant try my flavour
Pluge into my socket
Terminal flows more fly then rockets
Now i lost all pleasure
Looking for something better
A hip hop pirate tryin find the golden treasure
Back when i idolize young rap guys
Many rhymes that i memorise for my own mind
Times....Change
And none will be forgiven
Im hoping for a better sound as the world spinnin