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Reminiscing of the days I was a lyrical menace where the flows would go like have a opp a walking paradox. Fill them with holes cerdesity of the red dot won't quit or stop have a mission to be on top of the game  missionary making profit money is the convos topic if not I don't want it I know and you know life ain't no fairy-tale you are going to go through hell but now you gotta go through this hail of hot shells and pry that cevlar don't fail stepping out of line you knew you shouldn't hollows is what follows when you did it all you did was cut you own life short you had more than a few years left but still felt like you could get away with the disrespect now that heat gonna have your back kissing the concrete becareful of the way you speak and that tone going to have you catching lead to the dome and have you buried 6 feet 44 dirty Harry is what I keep they about to make they own moms weep as I take a ar and do a sweep you the only one to blame playing with that flame why you acting surprised it's time you learned you gonna get burned

rap, hip hop