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Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Friday, January 10, 2014
Shitting blood.
Ever lasting the massive action on blasting never talking trash and class is shown, more flow like the ocean hits the shore, the core of art of war from Kuwait, blade no grams use to sling with my fam, but my cousins are still in the kitchen, I am not pitching, when it is beef the trigger finger is itching, crab cats I am ditching, stack the math, for my peeps I clear the path, the wrath of the god strikes hard in fact, the mack that trap ass rappers and clap front of their moms and I from the streets and still keep the beats smooth and raps rugged, thug cats are bugged, what the fuck, do not front you still can get stuck, I am all about bucks, I see crazy ducks stuck, and the minds are struck and no fine luck, Irak represent, No time to get bent, still innovate to see more flavors on my dinner plate, winner takes it all, mad soul got my sisters, this mister is self made, flow fluid like crushed grapes, dust weights a ton I am shipping the raw, some times I front like what the fuck I am I doing this for, then I forget about the core of art of war, I still want more, I am utilizing the proper weapons so, moet flow, get set bro, fuck death treats though, I sweat mean chicken, green hitting, I use the rubber to do a mean kitten, my thuns with foul fiends and stick kids for cream, we are all chasing the American dream, it seems harsh, like shitting blood,
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