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I have a lot to learn...
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IP:
from unknown locations, Omb drop those dope equations,
that got most domes misplaced 'n aint no phone to trace him,
see, i'm spittin in a little den i payed a nickel for sittin in,
so i can rip some unwritten blend of illy sick 'n riddled sin,
mic's get brittle when i grip 'n flip hits on instrumentals,
this shits suspenseful, on point like the tips of pencils,
jet-settin the vet yes 'n i'ma wreck any head steppin,
show 'em this non-mod kids the best weapon to inject venom,
in ya chest when i'm, grippin a mic like a vice with tightness,
i'm nice precise 'n i bring hype excitement with the lines i'm writin..
you know what im sayin
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