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Yo,i drop bombs against the mass, never settle for second class, straight ghetto,gun metal, fly face,stelletos, curves so superb,undescribable verbs, occur when i transfer the poetics, mixed with the genetics, and collect this, this young blitz,spits fire,no need for oven mitts, and clips insert when i drop,its a desert, a trifle to ya ears, spit that fear, listen real clear, when i drop,ya ear drums pop, see how the police start using glocks, promoting gun violence coz i broke the silence.
Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az
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