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I'm Over Dey Heads Like A Bulemic On A Seesaw

I'm Not Talking About Russia In My Music. I've Never Been To Russia. I'm Not Talking About Africa, Switzerland, China. I'm Talking About Me Being American And Growing Up In A Crazy World And Helping To Reflect All Different Sides Of Life.

"never Stop. Never Settle." I Believe In This Message.

The Internet Made The World Smaller, So It's Easier For People To Hear Your Music. You Don't Necessarily Need A Radio Record.

...shorty's Laugh Was Cold-blooded As He Spoke So Foul, Only Twelve Tryin To Tell Me That He Liked My Style. Then I Rose, Wiping The Blunt's Ash From My Clothes, Then Froze, Only To Blow The Herb Smoke Through My Nose.