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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Young, sick, black and gifted
switch blade grenade cascade masquerade faster blade after being made you pays your dues I'm young, sick, black gifted get with it or get lifted without it Jaded faded raided by hatred feature the beastly ways off the page cha days numbered calendar days reindeer games checking the pages weigh out cha filth got the fifth for the gift/ gamble handle forty Randell's get cha handle on how I candle you dames lay game shave ways blazing canes making lanes switch pitch a fifth/ know my grapes be squashed never slosh mosh pit squash canisters amateur hour fire power twin tower by the honor, know my converse/ mongoose clandestine master plans after scams get cha schemes fixed and tweaked always reaching my peak, never dim the lighting on bright son/ dark off the boat wonder soul power gimme that thunder strike down those that ever wondered why and how I operate/ populate rocking tapes overweight in a timely space welch your grapes you ain't touching what those above make so quit cha whining and bad disposition wishing you was this or that/ fix them caps piety pap slip slap never relax in them cities that never sleep because sleep is the cousin of stress and stress is the cousin of death you know the rest so stay up, rugged and always on point like a missile/ Young, sick, black and gifted switch blade grenade cascade masquerade faster blade after being made you pays your dues I'm young, sick, black gifted get with it or get lifted without it
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