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vk group: type beat: clip: text: Rap inside I am the character, that you seek, A rapper with traits both unique and bleak. I'm strict to myself, striving for perfection, Sound quality, line count, - primary obsession. My pen moves in stages with graphomania, Filling pages by words, like a manual film. Enigma my pride, pith - grotesques badges files, Knowledge superficial, fireproof text trials. Aim of life, blind mind increase, getting higher; Is it type beat? - time to fight, my tired empire. An attempt to play a scientist, - my science is pseudo. Not for show protrude, logo is suitable, Attitude: crew flew away, plane fell down on screws, It's your fate: - slurt or splurt ofay glue, consume. Assumed style move forward, so don't follow me Pursuit desire - appear older, in deadlock fogram, RIP. Selflessness is clear, hooking up with beginners, Sense of thrile, feeling their fears and weirds. Undermine by defiant ridicule, vibe conqueror, And the labyrinth of lie, - try assign worldwide kingdom. Self-flagellation, self-immolation, Demonic possession, self-digging reflection, Musical direction, dissatisfaction, Education as byte, - embryonic session. Adventures await, through tribulations, No time to rest, arcade’s room limitations. Our quest for greatness, it burns like a fire, Fueled by our passions, our deep-toned desires. My shield is post-irony, symbolism is my thing, Viewed works with grossed sheets , nothing left behind ego. Forever first, spinning gold coins, nerds, Self-roasting isn't curse, only step for purpose. I am an open book, emptiness inside, Uncertainty hight , tomorrow won’t be bright. I cling to success, one gate play, kaifull, And fear of decay, protest's cypher hates tightness. Leave my muse? - dark smile, in the use of psycho, Marking style, abuse is slightly delightful. Not doing enough, dure annoying chores. Work is not tough, not to avoid hard choices. Impostor syndrome, the meaninglessness of it all, Reaching leader formula, and after that what? The essence wants attention, fix ideas, Permeated narcissism, prof-deformation nearby. We take on the world, armed with our wits, Overcoming obstacles, and avoiding all pits, But even heroes stumble, and fall to their knees, The weight of respawn, too much to appeased. When all seems lost, and hope can’t be found, We must hold on, to be ones forming their ground. For in the end, it's not just about the fame, But the people who love us, keep us from insane. So let's continue forward, our belief helds light, Braving storms, for more, beneath the endless sky. We may not know what's in store, or what we will face, Licenser of self-press, and leave score in this place, Misunderstanding – struggles, lessons went through the way, Not strading guest or hustler, fateful rap fulling brain. For even with all these challenges, I know deep down, That my love for rap - will always be around. So, I keep on rapping, keep on creating, Knowing that my journey is not yet done, I’m not far from five years oeuvre celebrating, So enjoy still more is waiting: rhyme-wonder gun.
