.Yes sir...
Nappy Roots...
Well.. I gotta go..
Aww.. Alright..
[are. Prophit]
I find myself up in the sky again, fly-in
So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry within
It's lonesome here, canyon painting oh so clear>
Represent the slums, Nappy tourin' most of the ye.
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