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New to RB
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Saying Something
IP:
Another shot at it...
Down here, everyone's in a panic//
Cuz Francis is runnin' rampid...Got Dammit//
I can't chill in my hammock//
Reflectin' upon the damage//
I'd say an awkward eye cuts deep//
Deeper than niggas with heat//
Four gashes drawn on a cheek//
That's ventilation//
And I garuntee a Nigga will approach//
Just for Sultan to decloak the roach//
Lyrics evoke quotes out the throat//
Nope..........I will not falter//
Somebody's gonna run to the alter//
Forgive me Father//
These niggaz tryin' curse my future daughters//
Heads gassed like air balloons//
Yet, blinded by decending doom//
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