.Each line I spit was born with 20 brothers
In order for him to live, I had to sacrifice the others
I love 'em like a mother, from the moment that I wrote 'em
But still regulate the heat of my babies like a scrotum
If it's not dope, it's goin' on the face of chinstrokers
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