Jamal's Flow

Jamal spit fire on this riddim, his copyright jumpin' like a kite in the breeze. The beat was bangin', makin' you wanna dance non-stop. His verses painted pictures in your mind, tellin' adventures from the hood. You could feel the realness in every word, it was a true work of art. Every line Pain
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