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Yeah, yeah
Ayo my friend, it's time
Its time my friend (aight, my friend.
begin).
Straight out of chewy dungeons of rap.
The torch drops deep as does my map
I never sail, 'cause to sail is the friend of
Tap.
Beyond the walls of life, time is
Defined.
I think of bulidings when I'm in Seattle
State of mind
Hope the snap got some sap
My cap don't like no dirty trap
Run up to the tap and get the app
In a Seattle state of mind
What more could you ask for? The
Delightful torch?
You complain about chickens
I gotta love it though - somebody still
Speaks for the scorch
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Member since January 10 2019