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No mistake, that's a bullet to your face/
I'm a murder haters, with total grace/
I'm not slipping or tripping when you decide to hate/
Mess with me, I ain't finna wait/
Battle me or don't, you'll still find yourself within grate/

I stay high, that's outer space/
I spit heat, and never discriminate/
No lie -

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