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Wednesday, April 11, 2018
The Specialist PT.9 (The Humpday Extravaganza)
We're caught in a moment of time; per this HumpDay Extravaganza? these specialists are out here doing the knowledge.
Peeping game like Robert Mueller!! in the process of getting over the hump we might have to school another!! the mothership gets good mileage.
Letting another know how foul it is on local / national / international and intergalactic fronts.
Letting another know breakbeat scientific principles are followed, as this specialist gathers / hunts.
Acting extra / acting special with this? the knowledge pursuit continues, no stunts! black holes are studied like Stephen Hawking.
Acting extra / acting special with this? others were doing the same so I let the hustlers hustle and players play; this Louisville / Newburg specialist knew they were just stalking.
Extra!! extra!! whats' the word on the curb? per Mark Zuckerberg questioned by the Senate I was all up in the spot!! like spotshotters in Louisville with drones they're clocking zones!! morale was low and the mood was melancholy.
The scheme or plot exposed after authorities raided, like at Trumps lawyers? clones will get gaffled, who can you tell about the folly?
Oh yes!! some aren't baffled as spots get rushed like Michael Cohen' s by those alphabet boys.
In the meantime and between time spots get cold crushed by these specialists; we get open!! splashing threes like Andre Ingram in his first game with the Lakers after grinding in the G-League; somebody "betta holla" at these boys.
Spots were cold crushed by these specialists from the back to the front!! "don't front you know we gotcha opin" was heard from Black Moon.
Jokers swoon!! damn!! Slum Village told them not to sell themselves to fall in love!! now as I cruise I-20 down here in the ATL all I heard was the mumble rap and the auto tune.
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