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two 'Bout to you worst than the first verse my purse but yo without one curse I survive in ratified air where few can live in my brain like that train in the fugitive I allegiance to the soul of the game Stepped away as Fresh Prince came back my real name A rose by any still beautifies the room So get consumed when a brother's known to gloom It's but yo it's really good to be back Never racing the rap lacing the track Not sarendipadee me it was a plan B 'Bout to have an Oscar standin' to my Grammies Plural no need to talk though I'm a do so I'm comin' at ya with the slickness Behold the style lick of this
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