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Word up, I'm talkin to you i'm makin dope rhymes, thats what I do like a madman, you know its bad, man I slam, a good goddamn Well I've been burned
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(And I) I notice the tapestries on the wall as well (and I) I stand up and hit my head on the mobile (and you) and you look around too (and we) time
