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"And you can never break my stride
You never slow the momentum at any moment I’m about to blow
You’ll never take my pride...
Killing the flow, slow venom and the opponent
Is getting no mercy, mark my words
Ain’t letting up, relentless
I smell blood, I don’t give a fuck: keep giving them hell
Where was you when I fell and needed help up?
You get no love [...]"