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On my own I control mine
Strapped, ready to brawl with the verbal 4-4
Your flows get tossed to the North
You, V, that's 'nuff said
The soul food to fill your abdomen
14 controls the patter-n
I'm flawless, lockdown the industry with my offense
Of course it's the A-M-L
Lockdown the spot, like a murderer, catching a 4-to-10