Story Book Riddim

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