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[Ced Aight man, so ease back, y'know the lyrics man
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[Ced Go for yours, aight do it man, now
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[Ced Aiyyo Keith man, was kinda of dope man But you what man? I want you to increase metaphor, you know uh make it better for, like that man, aight?
Keith] Yeah I know what you mean, like this
[Ced man
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Keith] Everybody the Bronx (yeah) Brooklyn, Fort Greene, Posse
Gee] Yeah man London, St. Louis, ahh, we out of man