Freestyle natural like butch reed,blow your mind like a claymore
Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor
I guess i crunched yo bones in half, a machine like ed reed built me
Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story
Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols
He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals
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