Havin' to (Bag)hdad with riches from rags.
Hold up a minute while we fix this lag.
And of course, if ur not 1st ur always last.
So now we understand that this is a tall task.
To inherit the grass, but not the Mary Jane.
And indulge in fame, the goyim stays in their own lane.
Batman verse Bane is a Darth verse your Master.
Confused on the poltergiest, you call em' Casper.
From ashes to ashes, to ghost ur (g)od.
These are your amphibians from the Dog Star and Mars.
To were your wulf, the pulp in the blood clot.
And we got ur throat chakra tied up in knots.
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