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<Thank U

JUN
19
2007
shit call it real talkn
Tue @ 4:29 pm
News Channel: poetry, lyrics & words
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If u eva had a doubt in ya mind, about the mountains a mind combined wit grind can climb, then u outta ya mind. Marty Mcfly, I'm outta my time or ahead of yours by seven scores like american civil war. & metaphorically speakin..da metaphors is metal swords or heaven's storms measured level 4s. Similarly, da similes cum infinitely, like da women I been in when they rememba me. I been a beast... ignorant wit this lyrical speech, killin shit w/ da rhythms & beats. I got 1 too many little criminal tendencies that generally stem from me listenin attentively... to original G's livin in infamy, given me food 4 thought...biscuits, beef & chips & cheese. They chop it up wit gold wisdom teeth. Sittin up, missin dreams, when da pistol undaneath da pillow sleeps. When she wake up dats when da slugs fly, run y? jus anutha slice of pie dat sellin drugs buys. Sum die. Ova dem white birds aint no sunshine, so u jus make it rain on em make them doves cry...

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