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Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Nocturnal flow

I grace mics, late night. Let's these cats chase mice. Wait till I rip it on the go like Geronimo, flow so sick it'll give you a head cold. You wanna know my secret, then peep it. It's not the way I write it, but the way you read it. So seize it.

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