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Beat the brakes off of the beat, stalkin' a lead Hand on the gun, head on the seat, and blood on my feet Red running into my eyes, but still as calm as can be Like a predator, feelin' elite, ready to unleash on my feast
  Wordsmiths are my forbidden fruit But then I look at others and wonder is this a trick  Why are you so different? Life is good despite being birthed a sinner
Let’s pause. Give it up for my boy Nas. The wizard of Oz From a fetus sucking His mama’s tatas, To stealing cars And breaking laws without cause. Call me the mamba.
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