Harry Krum, goldfinger, the golden touch, and I don't think other emcees are holdin' much, an all-day buffet cause I got the breath, confident that I'll try to compliment the chef for a tall glass of water and an r&b ballad, get my soup on with a crouton in a salad, valid, cleanse out the ends of the pallet, with the water into wine, I got mine, ten gallons, it's the size of the hat where the verbs are at, the spurs and chaps, coordinate the words in raps, everything seems bigger in Texas, like the magic beams as it gleams my necklace, dreams of Lexus and Benz but that just depends how I break necks, tape decks, amps and tens, with a tweeter on a meter that'll measure the weight, I'll pleasurely state that I'm lookin' legibly great, so tell 'em to wait, I make creative God music, sprinkled with the knowledge and truth so all use, snake's head bruised it, wisdom diffused it, but it only works when you choose it, please!
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