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once, a few months ago, me and a friend had just finished smoking in the woods behind my house, and he couldn't remember which way to go to get back to my house, and the thing is, we'd been back there probly a million times in the past
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It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
-Nas
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