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Light Weight
From: mama said dont speak to strangers |
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so let's say youre a famous artist...
IP:
and your digits aren't doing too well...
one day youre walking down the street and you see some kids off the block hustling your mixtapes and lp's.. what do you do?
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my eye's a camera, my ear's a microphone.
& my mind is pro-tools, my head is a stool.
what's recorded in my dome, gets reported when i zone
my mouth is a speaker, i'm anchorin' the misery
there's no friends, i ennemy 'em
my greatest enemy, is my inner me
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