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SCRATCH
scratched your Ferrari?
quick better
cut a new album
get
seven others
was reading the Grundrisse
late this evening
must admit, the rhymes
definitely not
as good as
on your last record
(loved
that video of you and ‘Cat)
but if it come down
to use value not
much
I can do
with you
than throw you like a frisbee
warp you
into a plant pot
(for, know what
I’m sayin’, delicious
herbs
and vegetables)
but you
when you hitting those beats
you
an exotic flower
you
miracle
and
wonder
or so they say
so they say
as for me
got not a shred of
your street smarts, not a gram
of your pure
artistic genius
think I better try some contest
reality style
or
sell
myself into slavery