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wuuuub wuuuub
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Feeling this old vibes! Sweet as fuuuuck!
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MEGAAAAAA wtf gg wp
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sik mate
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giant step for sky and left the cancer in orions flesh.....rappled like a dieing breath i think!!
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giving it the biggen but your dribble isnt sick enough! MENTAL TUNE
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This is fuckin sick.
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SMB LIFE4LAND CAMBRIDGE REPRESENTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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insane
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whats the instrumental ?
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SO FUCKING SMASHING
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Dope as shit holmes. Big Up Mr key for an album
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Slick!
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This should have a million views
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@nomygawd "Giving it the big, but you dribble isnt sick enough to back it up...ect" peace
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This goes to those with the middle finger up. Giving it the big (inaudible mumbling to my american ears) and sick enough to back it up. So listen up, you're wack as fuck, forgot to swag-a-lot, sack it up. Battling the rap-gary-casper-off. Thats a rap, I rock it ragged as I hack and cough. Mr.Key grab my flacid cock as I stagger off. What?
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Ghost roaming in an overgrown metropolis to comatose moments in a frozen post apocolpse. Stone sober, flow soaking to the borken bone. Home alone, decoding omens in my chromosomes. I'm known to focus most when I blow for jokes. With a load of bloakes blowin smoke till I overdose. And this goes to those propse a toast to the choosen few. This goes to you S.M.B man, you know the crew. And then know po-pos in pinoccio, ropey flow jokers spitting vocals at the pony show.
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Syncronize my writing with the organs for refiasence. A manta ray, rant and raves, dances in the black of space. Pains back again, tame it with a gram of K. K it on a Saturday a bag again for Sunday. Blacken with the dagger blade, assasinate the sun's ray. Action face, acid case, iron flesh and gamma rays. I get the matter straight, a pyschadelic out of shape. Astro plain raiden, castranade her with a crooked fork. Flavor like a pack of space raiders and some woster sauce.
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With dragonflys amasing like a pack of of violent fightjets. Try and fly and get captured in my spider-web. Analyze the dialect, its tangled like the wires get. Try and step the sky, left the cancer in Orion's flesh. Rappin like the guy in breath, the graveyard precautionist. Rappin like the matter life or death, dry spark in it. The rain dogs, caught full storms as the vinly spins. Underwater walking with a snorkel and an iron fin. Syncronized science mix my organs with the violins.
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SO I thought I'd try to write the lyrics to this song. Here's what I got. Take note I guessed on most of this since I have no idea how to decode his accent at times. I be soundin like the rowdy type of scoundrel out to drown the mic. Outa mind and outta sight. Pouncin out the sound of bite. House of flying dagger type, I blinded by a lack of light. Stabbin like a thousand knives, slicing in the black of night. Flatline a pantamine character, stabbed in the back by a parasite scavenger
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