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It’s been a while, since I’ve picked up a pencil, to show you my style. These are originals, no stencils. You’re all in denial. Thinking you got the next new beat, but you’ll retreat. And retract your statement. You’re walking on asphalt made of glass and I paved it. Your dreams are now shattered. A million pieces like a puzzle. Keep your mouth shut or you’ll get beaten and battered, and put in a muzzle.
