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I don't swing my arms at all. XD Not unless I'm sprinting and need the air. Other wise it's just cruise control and think about stuff, you know?
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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest.
-Breathin, Tupac.
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