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Uh,it's hard catchin' these old rhymes I cant' remember these old rhymes It's hard catchin' these old rhymes [Kalage] Shit we comin' after the whack rappers Studio gat-clappers slash jackers Them braggin' back-stabbin' non-rappin' autographers And I'm backed up like brake lights don't beep me That's some shit you ain't gon' see like a punch in a snake fight Or a preacher that play dice It's another level bitch And I'm sick of rappers braggin' bout they diamond bezelled wrists My ice this, my ice that I bet I'll melt yo shit Cause Shawn J come hotter than the Devil's dick Couldn't beat me if I was yo dick We were in the movies Watchin' porn flicks in 3D And you were PeeWee I don't blow shit out of proportion

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613: Ashy to Classy