Common
Common.
Ordinary.
Vomit.
You make me very,
sick with your
basicness
Don’t think that I don’t know
your tricks
Don’t think I don’t see that shit
I know how you be spinning it
Know you be grinning when
You think
You out here sinning slick.
Common is what you be
Your basicness-
so plain to me
I’m what they call a vision-
ary
That’s why I detect,
your ordinary.
Common.
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