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.:Jack E. Sparks:.

rodent - � ok, cuz
for a moment we�ll OWN it
creep around

drop -

add some ace.tone-2-it

but we
don�t smoke the
dus

but
sounds
like for
you & yours
that�s a pot-a-mus

but know..

�-t pot� is what we trust - without the trance we advance - our sights sober when we bust

our
bass-line
funks the feline, so
they never
conquer us; got
kool keys
for the birdcage
where the birds rage without fuss
where the birds blaze with an old sage and they do it jus for us
while in this moment, for a moment - we�re leaving out bloodlust

sendin R.I.P. to J.M. Jay,
knowin
that remains a must

when partners mentioned
pay attention; foes are included
can�t be blind when afforded time
knowin how our^heads
are rooted

go on now, cuz -
that�s the buzz - RO(done)dent it
but NO freakin or squeakin as we ride-out fitted
peacock plume, you only ass.u.me
quest on mark - get it?
cuz - you too
have known
a Bird who flown - go on
and admit it

as(3rd)eyes blaze
the whole �sound stage and
boosts hometown cats with facts
right here
where The Chief Black tears
him still without fears
into slingin that axe

:::it�s re-rendering � go on & ask

got that �Sunlight Bask� where it�s still trips & stacks
a few more moments then it�s �- �deadline tax
the kind that attracts all the way back to Bird
postin Be-Bop, alongside Hip-Hop
if you
still hadn�t
heard