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it's the beat, he hear it in his sleep sometimes blare it in ya jeep so ya peoples can stare at them rhymes real rhymes not your everyday hologram even when ribs was touchin never swallowed the ham he'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad it might need

i get no kick from champagne their alcohol doesn't thrill me at all so tell me why shouldn't it be true i get a kick out of brew there is only one beer left rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf tempt me do a number on the label eat up al

darker then the east river, larger then the empire state where the beast to guard the barbed wire gate is on the job, not my fate...tired of the wait till the villain bring deliverance from the dire straits fire at a higher rate, why debate the liars