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Cheonsawa akmaga nae sonkkeute. Useodo ureodo gasareul jeokne. Jongiga da jeojeodo. Naneun meomchuji moshae. Ttaeron seulpeumdo gwajanghae jeogeossne. Hapil jaksagaga dwae. Nan neol yaegihaeya hae. Ga
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Know that I'm runnin' the game (Yeah). Purple is all in my veins (Yeah). Coppin' a couple of chains (Woah). Throw it, I'm makin' it rain. Yo, how come everybody in the game wanna rap like you. With th
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, the scientist. As I execute, lyricist, known as predators. When by strippin high potents and mak-in penicillin. I will surely sort out, and stomp, every pest. Oh the rampaging paramedic, ? is my
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lyricist. But you probably never had depression as severe as this. Your music, its like a session with a therapist. I asked the Lord to send me any blessin if He's hearin this Im stressin somethin serious
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?. Fall Guy compare me status to fly guy Rough and rugged and brother it takes ten to conquer. That's why I'm on probation. Ever since three, I cut throats of emcees. Mediocre lyricist who burnt with
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party thera-therapist. Beat programmer and lyri-lyricist. Ladies love Cool J, studio user. A million or more screaming people abuser. I predict, this jam will hit. The highest plateau in the world of
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ain't going out like a sucker. And if you think so, boy, then pucker up. And kiss the butt of this lyricist. Blow on the mic and make a wish. This groove is set to soothe and move you. Party people
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party thera-therapist. Beat programmer and lyri-lyricist. Ladies love Cool J, studio user. A million or more screaming people abuser. I predict, this jam will hit. The highest plateau in the world of
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programmer and lyri-lyricist. Ladies Love Cool James, studio user. A million or more screamin people abuser. I predict, this jam will hit. The highest plateau in the world of music. Paparazzi, wealth and
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. Century club, the hot *. House of Blues, I rocked it. One twelve ATL, that's the Dirty South bomb *. Synagogue, yeah I be there. Caribbean City, roll deep there. Lyricist Lounge, they be some
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. Check it out yall. Its like that yall. Check it out here we go!. . q-tip. Please proceed with caution cause the lyricist is fatal. I can kick your little monkey ass like kato (yes dread, uhh
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, shoppin a demo at gunpoint. A lyricist without a clue, what year is this?. *** a needle, here's a sword, bodypierce with this. Livin amuk, never givin a ***. Gimme the keys I'm drunk, and I've never driven