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Answer to the riddle More hidden than a crook The only way they find him If he's spittin' in a hook, look They love to know the story, more grody than Mr. Crowley For those embarrassed to know holier than thou of holy habits Paris to the Gobi bring him up to speed slowly On the low key, Kindles is phony D Taste stale, see the world in shades of gray-scale Right there in black and white, protected by chain-mail Today's the day, made his way to see his sister'n'um Took my little mens with her, told em loved em. kisseded them These over-sensitive youngins' is on some new stuff Can't sit still-- focus the time it takes to do enough From off the mean streets of the 'Can I get a dollar dude?' Above measure the singular pleasure of solitude It's your poison, if you so choose, absorb it Feel it in your veins to the brain shoot off into orbit How you know octagon? Or much less Tetragrammaton, To get the good stuff you need to get out to the Amazon With any luck we might just score locally Shh, keep it on the hush when you speakin' on it vocally Then you gotta be on the in, a known member I think I still owe 'em lil something since November, whatever Who need credit when cash speak, get it Sweatin' sittin on this package from last week We all got our weaknesses, along with the functionin' dead Some'll end up fudgin' numbers, buggin' and lunchin' instead It's Netflix to the head, second best trick to get the chicks to the bed Answer to the riddle More hidden than a crook The only way they find him Spittin' in a hook
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