"...I ain't into apple pickin'/I'm into poison pickin'/That's the reason my flow it always seems to sicken/But then with that the slope slickens/And the plot thickens/Better watch your face cuz that boy he got that fly spittin'/So sharp it's hair splittin'/Better pay attention/I got Jamaican brethrens that'll let you know when I kick it/Flows wicked..."
Til next time
-D-Lock
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