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atlas the vagabond
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IP:
if we even share the same air on the block//
i'll leave ya body lookin nasty, like shoulder lenghth hair on a twat//
i want reasons to make ya chest rot//
i'll polish and decorate a single bullet and shoot, there i gave you my best shot //
your a white parent's problem with kids//
yer overactive enactment of black swagger makes you an obvious ritz //
Destined for 'L' so just get pissy//
it's a date between me, him and the win, and I dismissed chrissy//
do not battle me//
or i'll leave ya parts out of place, like an employee with a watchless wrist in clock factory//
you'll never find an entrance to fame//
cuz you couldn't make it, if you coattailed GOD into the game//
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