dope raps with a dope act I come straped perhaps with no iron,
deciple of God of the Israelites, ignite the globe with a dope poem like an arsonist,
hits designed with flavour and the whole nine, it is my time to flow, low from the Jakes out for butter and the cakes, listen mellow you spine mad yellow, your girl's behind shakes like jellow, my dick might holler like hello, anyway...
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