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Originally Posted by N. Cognito
arizona / pass the mari-wona / smashin twelve coronas / my ass is sailin over the clouds/
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clouds, make you say
wow, for a week or for a while/
my kind of style'll singe ya surprised eyebrows//
I chow, on flows for dinner, I'm winner/
Playin' "Gone 'till November", shiver me timbers, it's colder than December//
I remember, when Nas' first album/
Turned up the volume, and listened to him stylin'//
On him wildin', stories of his way of life/
Short album, that got 5-mic's//
You'll miss wide right without the proper aim/
this lyrical propane, cause 'mo-pain than needing to be treated with Novacaine//
you know what's the name, I don't need to spell it out/
Watch me turn it out, and let you know what I'm about//