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Never ran with a clique, I'm a posse Kamikaze, strappin' a motherfuckin' bomb across me My brain's gone, my soul's worn, and my spirit is torn The rest of my body's still bein' operated on I'm ducked the fuck down while I'm writin' this rhyme 'Cause I'm probably gonna get struck with lightnin' this time
Smoke Trees!
Paint Streets!
Don't Sleep!