You call it a poem, I call it a passage and he calls it a verse.
Either way it involves some body, so let’s call it a hearse.
I keep shitting out a gift, every time I swallow a curse.
If these hollows follow your shirt, you better follow the nurse.
Right now, you’re behind enemy lines.
And in the vicinity of a proximity mine.
My mind: entered a course and got blown infinite times.
But yours doesn't have to be fucked up like mine; virginity’s fine.
It’s to be or not to be, limited or limitless.
Consider this, my company’s share: generous.
Presenting this for equity; you should get more than a percent of this.
It’s arduous to have a “Proud Family,” when everyone in it penniless.
Preventing this is a difficult task.
It got these niggaz willing to blast just as quick as the Flash.
Now a victim crippled in cast; a cyclical crash.
Death is aiming to catch ‘em all; turning niggaz to Ash.
"The Clash"
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