Sixteen Syllable Sounds Unkle Adams

One time

Yeah

Yo yo

Know when I perish it's a warrior you're buryin'
Not in a mausoleum nor a columbarium
Blast me into the stars of distant areas
I love you all from Monks to Presbyterians
Catalog long, flow scheme is various
Step off and save your team the embarrassment
The world's heavy but I was born to carry it
I've known this since the Romans and chariots
Good health over wealth and inheritance
I spit swell til I swell in the larynx
I used to wish fame now I get my share of it
From my Canadians, the British, and Americans
From Europeans, Aussies, and vegetarians
Together we break walls and smash barriers
And yell loud if the crowd isn't hearing us
Sixteen syllable sounds, one lyricist
Veins poppin'
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