I keep trowing in my two cents like Shurikens
so I sharpen my rhymes and trow them like a boomerang
So they can spin and swirl like a huricain
and damage the low-life scene under me
This hunger in me is like that of a ninja
You'll be stumbling like you drank ginja
My flying lines will follow and pierce you
trowing back is impossible when facing Zu
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