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(J.
Schaffer)
Don't step into my cipher, unless you candecipher who's the hyper Buddha sessionbudpiper. Talking out the side of your neckbleed me kill my dreams. As I turn the dialin self-denial will they check out the fakesmile program direct scan A to Z same ole
Yeah! No adventure to save to ventureouch. Who's the pimp trying to turn me out!!(
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Who's lifted? Who's really gifted? Is itwho you know or what you know??(2x)(
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Mentally melting down here the sounds ofthe same old sounds going round.
Ears still burning tongues steady turningmad. Scheming suckers double teaming.
Like Harlwm Heat I reach for the tagswitched up now who's coming in last?
Excedrin number sucker D.J. play, play.
Blah, Blah all day no way I'll play.(
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Fundamentally you lack the tools pocketstoo low tools. Simple. Monumentallyclique. So you Pete Corbon copies cancompete of complete. Obsolete anyflavor that you savor. Old tonew I kinda knew to sell my soul run with a fake crew.(
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