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lyrical flows that explode out my minds mental//
hit ya earlobe brain erode from the weed smoke//
memories evoked and loss at the same time//
hard to describe, but like when u pantomime//
u use signs to express without movin ya mouth//
no doubt ur speakin, jus using the otha route//
bet any amount that I ain't nuttin to mess wit//
clips to ya head like bitches wit they hair did//
Nova shot the sheriff, gold pin and weaponry//
T Gunnz next to me, promoted him to deputy//
ya gurls neckin me plus the weed, sum good brain//
a great dame, call her metro-north run freit trains//