To rise and shine? To shine when the Sun sets? The Shaitan that never rests.
To collect the oasis, the red sand, to be at peace when at war.
The Dragon on the shore, the abomination, the boar, the four score and seven years in.
And I have more favor at the top, the cream of the crop, the Top Chef, the Chopped.
To have your train a thought on lock, to move foward, to speed.
And we continue to soothsay, to Re-Up, the gang, the shame.
And you see your reflection thinkin' it's the same.
If the kitchen is too hot, get the fuck out of the "game."
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