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And do you the penalty for that? What The penalty is and there is no alternative
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Like a Shaolin astoundin', pound grounds like Bouncin', be the nigga, pounds and ounces Well-rounded like cursive, my verses birth Converge and surge, and burn ya Philosophical, spit prodigal, son Known to bust a and swift kick right at your opticals In a hot red tube I particles, follicles rift Punches hit with nautical drifts, up the spliff Chris Samurai, mesmerized, cleaner than sanitize You fantasize, real, couldn't it more if I pantomime Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, chomp MCs mine, wouldn't even give you niggas my sympathies Feelin' me? Said you feelin' me, you niggas feelin' Brave hearted, you leave departed Hawk's enemies Marvel, marvelous, my art is If you ain't the nicest, you a target,
We the niggas that did that. I don't a fuck what nobody say Alright it back a little bit
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