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[Gift of Gab] A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day I guess I shoulda had a V8 instead; anyway Let me contemplate my thought something

em mumble, make 'em humble, Get me round from the start, you will crumble, And you tumble, and you stumble And I do it like that From the end to the other

the tracks and backs and heads is broken to pieces Rapture's phat, ya dead, ya croaked I wrote this piece as just a little dedication To the rappers on the other

ll make mincemeat of you, ? speed a few, wimps eat a few Shirmps need a new, temp-orary mind-boggler, follow me, G Niggerole, bigger flows, hover over small ones Others