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hood by Alistair Chong

i pull it over,
got my view and closed it,
my hood past my eyes
becomes my disguise.
and i hit.
hit the beat.
let it come, the flow
gets me low, gets me high,
gets me up on the dry.
there's no point
seeing you face to face,
i already know you're in the wrong race.
out of your league.