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letra de oceans remix - the lost talent

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verse 1 (the lost talent)

young boy still smelling like wisdom
a free soul but experienced
as someone who’s 40 and have been in prison
i don’t agree so i’m a dissident
i diss any empire, any liar
any ignorance, i’m oppressed by higher power !
i’m accustomed to my environment so i don’t mind stress
all the fish in this ocean that i can’t digest
although i’m a great white i’m a loner so i can’t rest
i’m not addicted – i don’t touch wet to change how i feel
i’m that cat like lord bills
i send my minion to cloverfield
i don’t dance or juggle to gain an appeal
i really just fill pads with words to conceal
my true soul from the world
also i’m a liar and a trained k!ller
so call me a con seal

verse 2 (the lost talent)

sick and ill like i caught myself some spanish flu
i mean it’s fatal like mortal kombat move
brock got sick cause of my spit
and i’m breaking bad cause i’m tired of being a nice dude
i’m building myself against infidels
doing reps for jesus like dom mazzeti, so my calves is due
i’m a funny guy like ethan chase
but i can break apart anytime like in due date
i’m locked in my mind state like j.lo in the cell
i’m looking for an escape like arnie and stallone !
i don’t get kidnapped like in that movie bout a cellular phone
i pick the phone up and save your -ss alone
i got that quick and lazy flow
like snail the turbo
can’t sentence me, i take a plea of insanity
but please don’t let me go like george clooney in gravity !

verse 3 (slanguage)

i feel sympathy for these beat symphonies
guitars weep gently and the tears drip rhythmically
so go ahead and pour one out
as i explore text more, spill words from mouth
coming from a league of extraordinary men with pens
who meditate and levitate before flows begin
lyricism’s intricate, fine print exquisiteness
moving through the matrix, special agent when the rhythm hits
the mental picture’s worth a thousand different words
i paint a stroke a g*nius on this canvas i work
disperse 16s and when scenes convert
my verse is sistine in its perceivable worth
i speak softly as the record spins
grip the pen then proceed to bleed messages
therapeutic infusion with soothing medicine
smooth elusive elohim, supreme being rhetoric

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