Jamal's Flow

Jamal spit fire on this riddim, his copyright flowin' like a kite in the breeze. The beat was bangin', makin' you wanna move non-stop. His rhymes painted pictures in your mind, tellin' stories from the hood. You could feel the truth in every word, it was a true masterpiece. Every line Spun a yarn
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