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We'd like to dedicate this particular tune
To all to all to all the hell of ya from wherever
[channel live] but there's only weak rappers steady making hits, fuck
That!
Verse one:
I drop clarity like kerotene, everytime i speak out
Rappers freak out, but never stick their necks too deep out
And touch the live wire, gettin live like from gaya inner
Jim jones kool-aid you got mad reason to be afraid
You ain't ready, rappers are petty, never lyrical
It's a miracle they need to reign as they physical
To get blessed, east vs. west, we never on that
Cause the rugged format you can get from where you're born at
So learn this, to burn this, you gotta earn this
With your rap style be the firmest, forget about your color of
Epidermis
For advantages, there's bandages, whatever your language is
You be in danger like that blahzay triangle is
The blah pre your mind freein