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He Rapped this one!
"Before it's too late i want to try bring this sense of urgency I have to you.
The kind you listen and have no objections to.
I am articulate in what I do.
What I spit out generally is perfected to art.
My words are built and conceived from a brilliant mind. 
I am not here to play odd games that have no winners in the end. 
I have come for a quest an endeavor to bring my words into actions"
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