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Originally Posted by chicka
definitely hilarious but gold I don't see it nothing really clever here
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Listen to the track. The 'gold' to which I refer to comes not from the lyrics themselves really, so much as the sheer rage with which RZA flows it out. Rarely has the descriptor 'spits' fitted rapping better.
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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