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Hardcore, I flip the sands of time,
Im like the last pantomime,
Yall forget what real artist it,
This is the rough, rugged and raw,
No fear outlaw fighting southpaw,
Yall got to lay off the weed,
So if your only concer is getting high and paid,
Singalong like nightangle,
Then watch me and my crew,
Me might invade with these pyro flows that rightly fade,
Psychological deconstruction, so you say that man is free?
All I see is subjugation, slavery, most of yall do it to yourself,
Raw in

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EJ30365
Member since August 13 2021

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