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[Intro] What up world I'm just travelling Back packing you know [?] [Verse] I try to keep it old school No new Roll through That's why you're listening to me I'm your clutch, go to Born in '84 but I kick it with 82 Got a lot of Latin in me with a little bit of Jew You won't find me in a Synagogue sitting in a pew Murder my religion, I just boiled up the stew Gypsy, two shirts, a pair of jeans with me Caught a ride with a stranger, we rolling through [?] Driver was tipsy, he slipped me a fifty Said "I felt you needed this, and usually I'm stingy" Gave me that when I was in Dark clothes, gassin' it Greyhound station for some reason my passion lit And that's why I wrote this [?] lines, they be deadlier than blow fish Deadlier than Judas [?] to Jesus with that cold kiss That's why my homies spit the real tip Broski, you notice Back pack, no weed sack, I'm already relaxed Hand to the [?], and I swear I won't look back [?], music for weirdos You came in so fancy I'll give you some thrift clothes (thrift clothes) I'm on fire, don't you let me reload Spontaneous combustion, know that front page on my lingo All my people bounce like this Cause your the first to here my new hit Very first flip [Outro] Fully loaded clips, spray like this Right to the left, shoot right from the hip Empty the clip, new clip in The cycle continues, repeat this again Fully loaded clips, spray like this Right to the left, shoot right from your hip Empty the clip, new clip in The cycle continues, repeat this again