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journalists in disguise
The T.V. said your god is dead
They crowned a new messiah, some technophile
We sit, we text, could not care less
Un-conversational we

the work in and still act flustered
In my mind I hustle in your mind I’m lucky
En los puertos me encontrarás comiendo como un cerdo
Lo poquito que conservo

and loaded
How you gonna ride with and do not denote it
He talking shit so his block got exploded
You say I'm the shit like I don't even know it
Got

time
We spinned the block about 4 times
Threw a grenade and it exploded rhymes nigga
My crew hot feel his two shots
Ladies love me like the new Pac
I'm

shared their lessons of love
To inform the generation of new matter
How to un-furl
In the many combinations stirring
That were soon to take place
When