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dislike to add:
that "holy shit my lungs are on fire" feeling after coughing from a big hit
the smell/sight of an empty bag
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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
Last edited by chevyguy2034; 02-27-2005 at 07:15 PM.
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