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i spit words...

...that could decrease your oxygen

snoop rocks - dogg pound gangstas live and pushin'

the centrifugal force of change
but i won't change shit
i rearrange shit that aims to bang shit
live from philly, live from los angeles
live from the beat or take it in the streets

I jumped over the pinnacle with hand grenades
I got a pistol that'll whistle off hand grenades
extend over land terrain sky and border
don't fuck with us nigger, we got lots of guns
i spit words that could decrease your oxygen

indeed move at light speed poetical transporter
fire and brimstone torture a man's daughter
it seems like the homicides they never stop
in the scenes of the homicide's a clever plot
i angle my position I strangle my opposition
to dangle the eyes that didn't forever rot

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