Sometimes you really just gotta spit some rhymes. No hook, no concept, no five-minute intro from a producer trying to be Kanye. Just bars stacked on bars until the beat gives up. This is the kind of thing you put on when the day has been too long and you need someone yelling confidently into a mic to remind you that words are still fun. Rap that remembers it started in a basement, not a brand deck. Bow bow bow bow. Loop it.
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Bow Bow Bow Bow
1 min. About as long as it takes Chris Martin to find a falsetto.
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Strawman Bonfire
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