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CF: Yo, my flow's up there, be roaming like a aqueduct I freeze yours persols on it like a hockey puck The ghost to reach mine you swines ain't stopping us, the choppers bust You see shells move, not Taco trucks Don't want to kick it with your crew, no soccer-club I suck a nigger with a club or with the boxing gloves I leave em Pacquia, Juan Marquez, Ron Artes the crowd i chop em' down, thats a posse cut I draw it first like picasso cus I paint the perfect picture with the hollow slugs, dipped in nazi blood I'm from a city, where the killer smoke a lot of dust And crack empires get built on top of where the bodies was