Just thought I'd throw something up that I've been currently listening to on repeat for days on end now. The average listener doesn't even understand how sick Blu's rhyming pattern actually is. "So leave your pencils and your pistols out the door please, or be smashed by the Cadillac-a-jack, shit I smashed last night, she told you she on the rag? Nah, she was on her back, tried to hit it from the back, but when I tried to get an inch in, she told me just relax, so homie just relax, I'm on some O.G. Mister Mack, and hoes know me but only from the oldie pimpin' mags, on the cover with this Mag, like this motherfuckers bad." Dope!
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