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Yo,you'd least expect, this child from the projects, to arise like yeast, and take control of these streets, but yo, there aint a man who could hold back, from these villianous rhymes, and low caps, toe-tags and facts, hard like concrete, the rep, never deplete, and the essence of this harmonious beat, i stay street, graffitti and fresh meat, this best be, the young prodigy, Ak,i must be, thus the, reason, for intelligence speaking, chrome rims,lights dim, the devils shells propel, while millions fail to omit to sin, and this one ring, one rhyme, compel to this young king.
Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az
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