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Excuse me for a minute while I spit something specific, on another level like a hydrologic, I spit bionics like i'm hooked on phonics, blowing minds like super sized Sonics, back to flowing for a minute, being real is doper than fake, you can tell by the way I spit it this ain't a gimmick, I been in it for a minute, all the tricks I done seen it, I been around small circles, literally took the scenic. All the lessons I done learned, watching as my youth relive it. History repeat itself, it's getting older by the minute.
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
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Excuse me for a minute while I spit something specific, on another level like a hydrologic, I spit bionics like i'm hooked on phonics, blowing minds like super sized Sonics, back to flowing for a minute, being real is doper than fake, you can tell by the way I spit it this ain't a gimmick, I been in it for a minute, all the tricks I done seen it, I been around small circles, literally took the scenic. All the lessons I done learned, watching as my youth relive it. History repeat itself, it's getting older by the minute.
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
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