I would like to point out that the beat on the verses for I'm A DBoy bangs just about as hard as anything I've ever heard. "Thinkin' of a masta plan, I get money, but I'm thinkin of a fasta plan. I'm tryin' to cash it in. I got 5 in thet garbage can and the Wrap Saran..."
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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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