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Yo, my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park
For your ears to list this, you don't wanna miss this dun
Don't be a statistic, keep your rhymes to yourself, we make
Fools out of niggas and write shit that would certainly move y'all niggas
Peace to my summer villains with pink houses, from Red Hook to QB
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