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musik is like a fight
ayo' I felt a kick, and tripped, over a snare thundering/
str8 to the ground, hit witta pound, under me/ so i got up thru on my high hat unkowerdly/ even tho when tom hit me it knocked the spit outta me/ now i'm spittin all ova the place/ I must have a headache, my ears throbbin so hard i'm startin to hear bass/ and tom behind me swingin from all different angles/ takes out some strings puts em' around my throat and begins to strangle/ now those who aint b-boys think i got the shit kicked outta me/ the truth is i ripped the shit outta this beat/ jus' sum shyt i was thinkin about. descided to play around with it. |
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