I do not act on the beats like a fruitcake, my troop rake cake for God's sake, low from the Jakes, I never move fake, Wake up the heads, no need to sweat the styles, the dope raps to pile, watch me child, I do this, I got a stock of raps like blue chips, who this to oppose me, play me closely, mostly I roll with a golden roll to shine on peeps, playing for keeps, as I speak the people think deep to it, the smooth grooves and loops to wreck.
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