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Welcome to Pteradones.
I'm your host, the friendly neighborhood peritone.
Vocals channel the spirits of old poets I don't drink my glass, never will hold my weck The simulets of Paul or his dumb bar From the crew you know is just all chorus and one star Now, I'm one sixth of a clique that runs shit While commercial counterparts are in constant conflict I'm from one group to ten A lot of details, oh my body descales I'm from Ida B. Wells, middle C Feeling good times since like eleven with the window P The lifted mind like Michael Evans
Every posse recline and watch me get applause.
Homer Reds of wars on your desert shores.
Your witness in mental and verbal fitness, friends.
Tuna Fisher descended from Blake, Michigan.
Hey, wait a minute.
Guess what?
Who are you?
I'm Charlie Tuna.
You know what to do.
Charlie to the night.
Bringing the strength to you.
We'll be right back.
all day when I say that I'm much more than just some backpack crap, intelligent rap act, or militant black cat.
Killin' Thinimus, Platinum, Black Max By forever spittin' relevant facts and that's that Ain't how you play the game, it's how the game plays you Way true, cadence is wild, style like Phase Tourin' without rest and blessed, my skull's glazed With titanium plates that pass metal detection, yes
Instant vintage.
Keeping the trenches.
Every sentence can be.
Speakers defenseless.
Peeking through fences and speaking bleak up in Memphis.
Where's peaking your interest with heat?
Seeking intentions.
Wait a minute.
What, man?
Who are you?
I'm Charlie Gunner.
competition listen you got one to do Charlie to pay me
Bringing the strength to you.
I'm in strength of shot.
Coming through today.
I'm from the city where they buried Al Capone and house music was born.
Robert Kelly performed and heavy styles were shown.
I've made Hydra and settled miles from home.
Coast to coast, L.A.
from Chicago.
With the apostles spittin' this gritty gospel.
The ghetto Jeff, look, Matt, apocalyptic rap.
I'm Jeff, it come to grips with that sack.
Hey, wait a minute.
You're learnin' while the turntable turnin'.
People should know me more than for just the verbal Herman.
Herman.
Monster.
Just what?
Who are you?
copper to silicon.
You know what to do.
Go for what you do.
Charlie to M.A.
Bringing the strength to you.
Coming straight from shock.
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