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Dead Presidents
So be it, the Soviet, the Unified steady flow You already know, you light, I'm heavy, roll heavy dough Mic-macheted your flow Your paper falls slow like confetti Mines a steady grow, perico Pay 580 for blow, better believe I have 1160 to show, my dough flip like Tae-Kwon Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom Maybe this Cristals'll change your life, huh? Roll with the winners