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Droppin distance learnin on the motherfuckin Zoom room
Virtual on the flow, wanna know how are you doin

I gotta rhyme for the times you find the supine mind make you Wonder
I gotta song if you long strong for dawns long gone like the summer

Vinsonian pedants try to maintain the chains
Live or die stay true to the game
But the new normal is near with ambiguous fear
As the Z gaze upon Plato’s flame

Think in terms not of riches but wealth
I stress to those sweatin the stressors that pressure and stressin be bad for their health
Can’t hold to account what you ign’ant about
And you don’t even know yourself

So you know I cold clocked the bells

Corona be closin the door
Ghet’Ri¢ still holdin the floor
The kids be bored to the core, rebel yellin for more

Despite tidal bore
Pushin off from the shore
Dippin the oar
Abhor the indoor

Explorin the lore
Seekin to soar
All, “Lenore, Ne’ermore”
Yo, Fortune a ho

But it’s a overkill on the screen time
So if you pine for a rewind
I design this rhyme for you to
Free climb your mind as I assign

Asynchronous assessments on the stream of Google classroom
To ruthless killers of k-nowledge and the villains of the true-blue

My rhymes a ride for the un-ossified as they glide through the present
I pipe a tune against June gloom if Brigadoon’s where your spring went

You know that March just slipped into May
I’m MCA in “A Year and a Day”
Without tests we vested in the best of the chest, kid
We skip the CST’s and play

Drop AP’s and IB’s and spray
We shape new standards from clay
We assent to the Cent just to bust through the edge
And break forth to enter the fray

So you know I cold clocked the bells

Corona be closin the door
Ghet’Ri¢ still holdin the floor
The kids be bored to the core, rebel yellin for more
The nineteen be closin the door
The twenty ‘bout ready to blow
Ghet’Ri¢ still runnin the show, countin the dough

Holdin the floor, runnin the show
Yelling for more, ready to blow
Runnin the show, countin the dough
Seekin to soar, off from the shore
Countin the dough, holdin the floor
My favorite James Bond Roger Moore

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