Dance it down, dance it down, Keep your cool, my friend. we’re catching some good vibes, Just blend. No need for drama. I’m gonna throw this sphere through that little hole over there It’s why I’m highly respected and sought after In my prime They called me “bomb threat” When I was Yung Yung Younggggggg I remember records I remember vinyl, Wax, blacktops, snack shops, crack thots Thoughts of death Thoughts of stress Black to the core My legend, my lore You aren’t real before your first cup I’m not real in the morning.
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