Ella, what's good?

Not Star Wars, the last Jedi.

He was just a kid with a dream,

and the hoodie was relegated with niggas, this niggas,

just because we speak educated, too nerdy for real niggins,

too real for the nerves.

So respect only came from those who can see through the blur.

Had away with the words, but nobody can curse.

So he used nouns and birds to write the pain to the curve and the struggles he seemed.

Just a minute's a team paining to get those pitcher of what was yet to be seen.

Hey, what's good folks?

You are listening to the 41st, 45th edition of the Slam Rose show.

As always, your boy, the Bober 1-2L, coming through with the chest fill of bronchitis,

fighting through the cops to bring you some Slambrose.

As always, I'm John Bond and Maine, I'm Ilawi, Illa was good.

What's good, Bowman.

Obviously not that bronchitis in your chest, but you powering through.

Rest in peace to my main man combat, Jack, Reg Jose.

You know, I'm glad you're powering through Bowman to be here because you're trying to deliver the goods to the Slam Bros. Familiar despite your illness.

And definitely a great loss to the Slambrose family to just people in general.

My man Combat Jack, such a good, good dude.

I enjoyed hanging out with him and the times we would talk, the advice he offered.

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