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The Scarred Tales Of The Last Line

or ten, Generations of men, We've passed the point of no return Fifty-three days in fifty-three Fifty-three steps for you to acknowledge your defeat The last in line

you do it, we stay moving Through the jungle, ghetto surviving, spittin' lines off the How you do it, we stay moving Through the jungle, ghetto surviving, spittin' lines

to bang the hood, slang - till it drop The enemies I fear not, fuck a cop The enemies, they come close but get popped I lasted, laughed last till your