This is the cycles you know.

This is the cycles you roll.

This is the cycle.

Micheal,

Jordan,

White dude.

Might tell,

Might, true.

Jungle,

Typhoon.

Okay,

Light mood.

Okay,

Might move.

Okay,

Might do,

The only thing,

That knights do,

I get it in and I slice through,

And that’s right dude and it’s nice too.

Getting used to on open tombs,

Might slap a fly and pimp a tool.

Total cares what I might do,

But my night cool hit flight school.

Overcame and might prove,

The only thing that my sights do.

This is the cycles you know.

This is the cycles you roll.

This is the cycle.

Scythe you,

‘Fore Grim,

Might do,

Might move,

Might choose,

Fresh will,

Fresh shoes,

Fresh prince,

Fresh dude,

Fresh scent,

Fresh mood,

Fresh prints,

And fresh foods.

So well spent,

So well moved.

So well guess it’s wholesome used,

And well tinted on the loser’s views.

Melted on confusion fumes,

So I guess we’re lit if a little douched.

Once again and I might do,

The only thing that knights do.

Overwhelmed and in sight move,

But over rails and in lights dude.

This is the cycles you know.

This is the cycles you roll.

This is the cycle.

Idol,

American,

Michael,

Apparent in,

On my dude.

My might proves,

My might moves,

My sight do,

My style too,

My two nights,

And my knight crews.

Hear it when I slight you,

My light boo I’m tight who.

This white dude with nice moves,

Overwhelmed by my ice moves.

Burn it down with my tight groove,

Insightful but it’s hype too.

Paradigm on my life you,

Don't know a thing ‘til you’re right too.

Mesmerized all by my choose,

And I do new ‘til you do it too.

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