Rhyming with orange,
Finding some time I can type out what I forage,
From the lines inside of my mind, I would skive out of my college,
To be found with a mic, and a notepad, writing vocab,
That would shine like its polished,
Rhyming with orange, have a lot of my rivals kind of astonished,
Find me on torrents, or find me out dining in Florence,
Or in Corinth, with the finest wifey climbing my column,
Providing you diamonds, and a kind of vibe, that'll race your heart
Till it might be stopping,
Rhyming with orange, rapping until my throat is sore, find me a lozenge,
Till I'm just right, like yeah that's my type of porridge,
Sipping baileys, catching rays, listening to lines of Corinne,
I'm more than slightly foreign, supply unlikely knowledge,
Search me for my findings that's fine, just provide a warrant
I'm underground, down the rabbit hole, I write in warrens,
Coming up for air, when I realise,
I can't rhyme with orange.

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Rhyming with silver,
With a platter of beats, fatter than the guy in Matilda,
I treat em as a challenge, like the sky for a builder,
Serving up supply lines, for you pirates to pilfer,
What happened to Lady Luck, or have you finally killed her?
Got you looking at me, like this guy might be familiar,
I am trying to thrill ya, with a clean flow, that might just be filtered,
And my delivery is too nice to be stilted,


Rhyming with orange,
Doing it and pursuing it, till my prime is acknowledged,
Give me fine wine, palm leaves, and ply me with olives,
I'm the emperor, the temperature, I find it abhorrent,
Let me cool it down, try stifle my sonnets,
I'll take the eyes outta your sockets, then I'll rifle your pockets,
That's a joke, I'd rather have a good time, provide you with sonics,
I'm iconic, even though I wasn't rhyming with orange.




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