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Under Pressure 13100-037-001


It's been a long time coming like waiting on the end of 2020

Yet still I'm calm, with eyes on the ball, but never running

Except around the block, circlin' twice like the Sunboat of Ra

That's that consistency, order, Ma'at; unable to break the cycle or stop

Feeling great, lifting weights everyday, toned and lean, call that Max Holloway

Matter of fact, like Nortorious MMA, a.k.a. McGregor, what else can I say about this surgical summer?

Child's play, really, but for those who think it's not: do me a favor, go listen to Ye, Jay, or Nas

Now try doing that exercise, moving that obstacle aside, what's the difference, you ask, dare I say pride?

Nah, only untapped potential, lifting yourself up in your mental,

For the best Texas Instrument, you don't necessarily need music

Inpsiration comes in many forms and ways, like solving a Rubix

But you would think I'm Eddie Brock with the amount of people asking:

"What's got into him? He sounds kind of abusive..."

Well there, now you know so go figure out how to use it

Row your own boat first, then safely observe the sinking haters and aggressors

Some things never change, but better late than never

 

 

 

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