I’m the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics are ammo, rounds of rhythm, then I’ma give ’em piano. Bring a bullet-proof vest, nothin’ to ricochet, ready, aim at the brain, now what the trigger say. Tempos trifle, felt like the weekend.

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