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>wit a match lite on both sides
Those guys were the most wise, peep wisdom, Let the rhythm hit'm, split'm// in two// Some prey to a statue, hindu, its cool, I'll savor the last brew, like takin a capsule// Its off top, spit immaculately, I call shots, in the back seat, rappin to beats, it all stopped, when the hash trees, passin to me, You called cops, cause they had heat, blastin ya fleet//
Happen to be
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