20 on the dot with 20 vision that rots.
All comes to a stop, having to stand in place to hip hop.
The chalk that's written, instill it in the culture.
Riding the winds like a hungry like vulture.
Come to agree, the Hawk that's hot.
Aquila in my blood, Orion the cream of crop.
Cleaver like chop, released from a off duty cop.
Energy that's sought, then putting up after fought.
All alone after the sinner is then caught.
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