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I have a lot to learn...
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IP:
let me explain how this dame strays from any sane traces of hip-hop
just stop, look at his style... he's gone tick tock like alfred hitchcock.
bitch, ya fists drop, n' i ain't done saying. well, it gon' be a fun day...
shit, must be a miscalculation... it took you FOUR BARS to diss ONE PHRASE.
ya ain't heavy. ya spittin feathers, distorted like twisted weather.
this bitch saw what he was up against.. and put all his pre-writs together.
read between the lines, punk... why is reality what you leave behind?
"well i put random shit into my verse and claim i 'speak my mind'..."
... yeah I noticed...
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