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Gypsy Feather Glory
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"What up, GINA." I say. She nods back. GINA's cool, she kicked it with BONOBO's cousin for a while. She quiet and pretty straight edge but the beatbox is ridiculous.
"Aight, doe, we three rollin' up to shake you down for that tree yous owe us, feel me? Been a month, my meandering mammoth-necked mate of music and our stores're gettin' low. And sheeit, I'm pow wowwin THUGASS TAPIR later, and you know how hard he go."
GER nods. "I know."
"Hence our delivery of ourselfs to you for delivery of that sweet green mix into our hands."
"MANDRILL I respect your crazy monkey ass but you can't just roll on up and demand that shit up front of a homie herbivore in his canopy kingdom, dog," says GER. "I'ma need you to drop some BEATS in an ILL JAM BATTLE, tho. Dig?"
"He's right," says BONOBO. "Law of the jungle, bruh bruh."
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