Story Book Riddim

Jamal spit heat on this riddim, his copyright flowin' like a kite in the breeze. The beat was tight, makin' you wanna groove non-stop. His verses painted pictures in your mind, tellin' stories from the hood. You could feel the realness in every word, it was a true work of art. Each verse Painted
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