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"Octo-camo on my back, blendin' with the sorrow / Drebin says 'buy more,' I tell him, 'borrow, borrow, borrow' / Raiden rollin' with a sword, no jaw, all edge / I'm old, I'm gray, one more cigarette on the ledge."
"What? Why?"
The second verse kicks in, faster.
"...So you liked the hook?"
It's his voice, but chopped and screwed. mgs4 rap file
