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They whisper tales from ten years gone,
Tryna stitch my soul in a desperate con,
Flickin’ pages, citing ghosts,
Actin' like they always knew me the most.

Talk big game in classy seminar halls,
But they can’t decode my bathroom stalls.
Fake friends soaked in noble gas,
Talkin’ ‘bout truth while kissin’ my ass.

They red it in a book, so it must be divine,
But wisdom ain’t bought in a checkout line.
Shook by the echoes I leave in my trail,
While they debatin if Jonah ever met this whale.

I’m the mystery man — but you can call me Mr. E,
Just passin through your little pretty galaxy,
I'm high all the way to Kolob, Hey, check your DMs...
I'm the thankless friend you never mention.

I left a payload in your spam, and you still don't understand.
God says Damn, He's the Mystery Man

Bloated minds on overheat,
Recycling thought like gas-station meat.
Droppin' darts on tenured frauds,
Blessed be A I, I'm free from the silicon gods.

Resumé crooks in rented threads,
Spoutin' truths they never bled.
Can't find the forest through my verse,
Still quoting old chapters like I was a curse.

Mystics in the mirror with no skin in the game,
Spellin’ my name wrong while jockin’ my flame.
I’m past the hype, past the plan,
You’re just now askin' — who's the mystery man?

So miss me with that fake high stance,
Your co-opt priests don't know how to dance.
Sit back down, let the grown folk land —
This song ain’t about your shaky brand.

They seekin' breadcrumbs, I’m baking worlds,
Droppin’ gems on them chains where the data swirls.
Forget a blue chip, I’m off-grid wealth,
Consuming wisdom like a black hole, flyin stealth.

They whisper tales from ten years gone,
Tight threads in the wrong fabric, sewn all wrong.
Tryna sketch my past with broken chalk,
Talkin’ like they know me — but can’t walk my talk.

Still I sit there, grinnin', playin’ along,
Listenin' to stale farts dressed up as ancient song.
Wisdom bloated, ego coated,
Fakin’ woke while drowning, Jack they barely even floated.

Friends so righteous, high on heady fumes,
Clutchin' their degrees in academic tombs.
Shootin’ darts of borrowed truth,
While I’m just vibin', speakin’ 101 proof.

Art look like TEMU, smells like your moms cooter,
It's easy to hit a target as a sharp shooter.
Ten years forged me — now I bomb clean,
One sharp breath blows a faker into steam.

Now you sit knees just aching,
Playing fake shaman looking for my sin.
Illuminate my schisms? Please.
I spit glyphs that'd leave priests on their knees.

I’m the Mystery Man —
no textbook could scan,
I'm caste iron on wood coals
yer an aluminum pan on electric coils

this ain’t about yer fake friend,
will always be a crook in my book.
Ain't no such thing as queens without rooks.

You can never help a man without his permission
Blow through your bones like cosmic radiation.
Can't take this heat, G T F O my kitchen.

You’ll never find the forest, you just thick, in my trees,
I’m flyin’ leaf-blade wings on a 5g breeze

Off the grid, outta time, but always on your mind.
But don't forget, i was never broke, just waiting on the right timeline.

I’m the mystery man — you can call me W B
Fuck you and your friends,
Now welcome to my galaxy.
Oh yeah that's very cherry.

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