Yo man, hold up, hold up. Yo man, where my killer tape at? First of all, where the fuck is my tape at? Yo son, I ain't got that piece, son. How you ain't got my shit, but I let you hold it, man? Yo, niggas came over to have 40s and blunts, kid. This shit just came out of history, son. Come on, man. I don't got nothing to do with my shit, man. Come on, man. Get ahead with that shit. Come on, man. I'll buy you four more fucking killer tapes, man. Open the door, man. What the fuck, man? Yo, what? What's up? Yo, yo, yo, God. Word is born. Yo, Sean Meek just got busted in his head two times, God. Real life, God. You know Sean Meek from fucking 212, God. The nigga just got busted. Niggas in the black land, God. Word is born. Came through, God, from out of nowhere, God. Word is born. I'm coming to get my coach at Cypher, God. And they just... Word is born. Crazy shots just went the fuck off, God. The nigga laying there like a fucking newborn fucking baby, God. Is he fucking dead? 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I came down with backtracks to combine the interlock like getting smashed by center block. Bow. Now it's all over. Niggas. Seeing pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers.