Days In

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Slow Burn You don't know pain threshold
earn your keep on the beat
wicked streets won't let you sleep
clipped to hip got the heat
anxiety let me release metal hiding in it
can't deny proof sleuth caught doing it
truth be told bout that gold
throw like a snow man
k o from a frying pan blow
ain't heard now you know
blocks pick up speed never slow
if not me enemies collect the dough
smoke em out the holes
poisonous venom let em get it
check headlines tomorrow yo
you already read it
shred it forget it
blending in citizen society inviting me
taxi pulls up and I get in
where to says up to you I'm through telling people what to do

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NASTYDOG
Member since January 4 2015

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