My tongue, rubber-bound, slicked with spit,
Thirty-two teeth, then a shift, a hit.
My math is weak, my punchlines strong,
Bookmark these lyrics, Ctrl+Shift+P, all along.
My brothers call me, eyes alight,
"Where do these dialogues bloom in your night?"
Passed tenth grade, yet my mind's a wild space,
Percentages rise, a daily embrace.
Whispers grow, my name starts to roam,
Life's a joyride, others feel the foam.
A punch to the face, a relentless spree,
Write like me, you think it's easy, see?
Those who love me, find joy in my rhymes,
The ones who scoff, make faces, waste their times.
The people's voice, it echoes in me,
Without this fire, no "Mouth-Mouth" would be.
It wouldn't, not at all, you see,
The people's voice, whispering to me.
A hundred mouths, a thousand tongues,
What's it to me? My time belongs...
One truth, a slap, it shattered the fake,
A lesson learned, for goodness sake.
Jupiter's embrace, the Earth I hold,
Two worlds combined, a story told.
I confess, I'm humbled, I'm ashamed,
I died to them, since I've been reclaimed.
I fly high, no diapers needed,
A naïve bird, from heights I'm seeded.
Done with the fucks, I choose to refrain,
Though my heart aches, some words remain.
A few lines to pour, let the feelings flow,
Can we do that again? Let the emotions grow.
Backstabbing whispers, sweet smiles in sight,
Hide your mouth, with all of your might.
Artists fight like lovers, a tangled thread,
Like Tony brothers, my dark shadows shed.
Art's not sold with mere spending,
For all, from my heart, these words are mended.
Respect to all, on the highest throne,
To Speed King, or the lone Ace known.
No need to speak, honor from the soul,
My allies rejoice, making me whole.
Those I cherished, now I scorn,
From a crowded hall, I have sworn.
Countless gossips, corner-bound,
Chasing tales, on lost ground.
As "Mouth-Mouth" declared, with truth's decree,
Every ailment heals, except to flee.
The people's voice, it echoes in me,
Without this fire, no "Mouth-Mouth" would be.
It wouldn't, not at all, you see,
The people's voice, whispering to me.
A hundred mouths, a thousand tongues,
What's it to me? My time belongs...
My time belongs, my time belongs, my time belongs.
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