17″I'm Jay Zed, not Hov, but respect to the throne,
Blueprint in my bones, Marcy's echoes, my own.
From the corners of Brooklyn where dreams are sown,
I spit bars of gold over beats, in my zone.
17″I'm Jay Zed, not Hov, but respect to the throne,
Blueprint in my bones, Marcy's echoes, my own.
From the corners of Brooklyn where dreams are sown,
I spit bars of gold over beats, in my zone.
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