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Thank God flow


My raps be so lyrical, spiritual, hidden scriptures, people reciting um trying to decode um Hyroglifics, dirty with it, that hating miss me with it, im twisted, slick stick talk mother fuckers steady mean mugging when i G walk, any Avenue i be on be my block, as a teen i grew up rough and rugged, that Tupac and young buck shit, West coast kurupt shit, old school respect but class and swagger like that new era Dj Mustard shit, sick with it, flows bad bitches up and down on them poles, i fill holes, hate snitches and moles, kill um with out a trace, like they say no face no case, got street smarts like B.I.G and style like pastor Mase, all praises and thanks to Gods Grace!
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