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Yo,Customised to fit the scene, they're eyes lie, they've never been seen, its eye dye, and realise, these snakes and fakes, walk the streets with copyed tims and jacobs, and a faker jersey of the lakers, and the makers,are hustlin for wage, another way to my cash is turning the page, and if i die, ima still remain the same, and if i lie, solid in my grave, just know why, because i was real when i came, real now and untill the end of my days, and lenses wont protect you from the truth, coz theres no escaping your roots, you can tell a man by his shoes, foot wear,prints or clues, be amused,that there so many fakes, try to be somthing else but there no second takes, filling the gap,but there is no mistake, eye dye puts the reason why in fake.
Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az
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