Like Ludeau's "Bad Blood"
Let this shade pour like a flood
Abracadabra envious bitches
Oh how your weave itches
Don't be jealous of that good blood
Let it flood
Your soul
Like eating bananas from Dole
Used to be each others' haters
Now we're Intelligence's instigators
It's fate
Congratulate
Us, still creating words
Abracadabra, fly birds
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