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The Day Obama Got Elected, The Gangsta Became Less Relevant.

Put Me Anywhere On God's Green Earth, I'll Triple My Worth. Motherf--. I, Will, Not, Lose.

On The Night He Died - He Was Twenty-seven - Basquiat Had Been Planning To See A Run-dmc Show. When People Asked Him What His Art Was About, He'd Hit Them With The Same Three Words: "royalty, Heroism, And The Streets.

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I Get My By Any Means On, Whenever There's A Drought Get Your Umbrellas Out Because That's When I Brainstorm.