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Banned: Biting
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IP:
thoughts of dying a sleep, lying in deep puzzlement, wit heat lines..
elite rhymes, stories written in graffiti on newyork street signs..
seats bind in their spot, as government agents reside in the block
disquised as hip hop police, hands drawn on the right hand side of the glock!
type till my hands sore'!, subliminal messages to america's land lord..
where the plan war, on vatican city's grounds crowded wit fancore'!,
violent acts, push the timing back, rewind,.. verses are so lethal' !!..
to predict futures, equip' boosters and they bash on their own people!
no equal but prejudice lies through frederick eyes as he looks!...
every thread in disquise, so a better demise is to put heads in the books!..
never a crook, but a bad habit with boxes shipped with crack addicts
maxed tablets faxed back to it's rightful owners, like lightful donors.. !!..
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