...Spittin out raps soundin like malarky, invisible... gettin stop by my rap dimocracy, hipocracy alls ya spit, when my flows put ya out miraculosly/
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...Ya gettin rejected like kids to small for rides, commin up short at designated times, ya raps be like dirty pipes, how ya spittin resinated ryhmes/
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...Poppin this newbs top like a shampagne cork, bendin and twistin An's more then bikes on torque, / ya never gone all the way, only cummin to a fork/
To the end of the week I live by the beat like you live check to check, and if you no move yo feet then I dont eat so we like neck to neck. (OutKast)..................