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this one goes out to my North Side homies:
you gots to chill like EPMD said
rhymes won't flow with a frozen head
I've had
no power no shower and trees dropping like bombs
but when I bring it back full-strength you'll cry to yr moms
you'll say:
boo hoo hoo it's floatingslowly
he took me to rap school like I was a lowly
SCRUB
wallowing in yr own rhyme shit
you can't bring the joint when you've got no hit
just quit.
[here comes the bridge]
shit's real messed up now, I ain't a liar
even fuckin' cavemen had themselves a fire
[burnin' down di walls a babylon]
but when the ice thaws and I'm not living like cattle
I'll drop something better (we can have a real rap battle).
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