WiSeAss
In Respect To A Lady Of Granted Due
iLL Tell You A Secrect That once was true
I Ate A Biscuit and Sat On A Log
I HAd A BiG DriNk AnD And Flew Through A Fog
iSeen An OlD MaNN WiTh WHite On his Face
He Told Me A Vaule That Captured A Race
One Of lyrical Attrubuite
Submurged, Revoked , Abandon, Abused
My Secret Once Told and Ill Passed it To You
My Race unfold through Colors Of Musical clues ")
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