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That great devide ,picking sides. why decides, one nation ,backed by all popular ,mines .population our kind. this matter is by all lives, I don't bang but write bombs when I scribe . like cB4. I blow up and grow up minds . through rhymes and research . tha last of my kind. I'm the last of the chosen dada's. all colors be my stepsons . I hang with crips ,Rip. out to baeblue RIP to big TRIG, too. homies I miss you . everybody's got the same issues. cry into the same tissues. on tha westside of LV HBurns and Hoover's, boss movers .PIRU'$ like the Red SEA . Byron Walker walks right thru in a NYyankeeblue. throwing up deuces, one over my heart the other over my bitches favorite part. know stick on your shoulders . no mommas in the toilets , I told ya we brothers aligned to keep our kinds . in the right frame of mind this triple OOOGEEZ Lord BEE I usually don't Freestyle. aint nuthin been free for a while. but take theez like cocaine in big piles world premier Freestyle byron gon wild