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a rap
fulll of deprication i am for these rappers . they a bunch of replications n lame a** slackers filled wit trepidation wen they claim to be factors.n n fact lackin ne true talent.non is tantamount to my knoledge.poessin power beyond ne in bondage cuz bonage is wut they is in.bondmen in a world of platitudes.now let us begin again i think tap is still malleable to let me in. respin the record n revamp the pen im bringin it better n it will not end.rap is the poetry of the ghetto said to a beat. it is our metaphor our simile said from the street.my heart is contained in it that is why it is never weak.its an art that doesnt pertain to the weak..but now its used as evtertainment for the meek..i thinkima go insane for a week from listenin to the same s**t from last week. they burnt they spent . dnt let that record spin.the only way to be ya self is to go independent.its wut the people want they say.then ima make the people listen.spit some s**t from near the bay then theyll kno wut they missin.i only spit the nonfiction. from where cats dnt get pensions. where if you retired you sleep. where if you admired you pushin. where you expire form heat.cuz bullets dnt have names.where er one kno ya neighbor sell.where we go dumb get hyphy. blaze the _ n er 1 like me in my white t
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