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Anonymous File :-(, x)
I can smoke a whole eighth in a spliff Some call that a problem but I call it a gift Hit the clutch then I start to shift Turn it up - light my dutch then start to drift Lost Angel, Westside rider The official, four-oh-five Friday, sound provider Underground hitman, hard to hire Unsigned death threats written in typewriters Poetic, I'm that type of writer Got that "Don't call me, I'll call you" type of fire Fake it 'til you make it, you're such a good liar Headliners used to not make the flyer Four-oh-one K, and I don't mean retire Chase loops, still war all day, I'm in denial Peace ain't the word to play - it's violence I ain't have shit good to say, so here's silence...
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