Verbal Biceps

Legit spit hold weight in these streets.  Who am I kidding?  I could not tell you a Diddy-damned thing about these streets.  Thank God for that.  Random ninjas choke you out.  Foot Clan status.  I can tell you about that drank, though.  Not about that Henny or the Jose.  About that craft beer, stay the fuck up off that Rosay.  Wannabe rapper, but I spit the real sure enough.  The truth in this booth.  Stupid with this bloggin’ shit.  Outlets are important.  Otherwise my mouth run, startin’ shit.

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