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There's a thin line between sick rhymes and sayin nothin bro
I herd; you go over the edge like wild buffalo
Why you bussin fo'? Steppin to me you must be God, dumb
or off the rocker, like Courtney Love with a shot gun
I'm smart, young, an steady throwin seven kinds of smoke
But when it comes to swag, I be trippin like kaleidoscopes
Yeah my style's dope, to call it swag is stupid, quite strange
An I ain't talkin where your eyes stray when I say you guys gaze