it sounds like no noise
and hurts like no feeling
it tastes like no flavor
and smells like no scent
it broke with no problems
in heat of zero degrees
it moves like stationary
that words with no words
in the center of space
my heart with no body
like shoes with no soul
fire with no smoke
im lost with no clue
like a test with no questions
the best of the worst
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In an attempt to add flavor to his hyphy existence, Sid writes his blog in the form of a 24 bar rap verse. 1 bar for each hour of the day! the blog is updated daily!
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