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On the low


"I do things in secret

you wouldn't believe it

or could you conceive it

i couldn't decieve ya

i keep it to myself

Like a cold

you'd have to get up in my mind

and unlock it like a code

recording for a dream

this is all a rapper knows

I could never give you all of me

without givin you my tendencies

I'm keepin you as friends wit me

I pray we won't be enemies

I've done my dirty deeds

I'm not a bad person

I'm just apart of society"

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