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It's the underground styles of the urban masters The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking quick (4x)
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It's the classic underground styles of the masters The krazy kings be caps and sparking tags quick (x4, bigg jus, el-p)
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It's the classic styles of the urban masters The krazy kings be thinking and sparking tags quick (10x)