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(Saturday afternoon, INT: EB and JH's apartment, around the gaming table)
MH: My my my my music gets me/so hard/makes me say/oh my Lord
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MH: Thank you/for blessing me with a mind to rhyme and two hype feet
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MH: It feels good when you know you're down/a superdope dwarfchick from the Oaktown
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MH: And I'm known/as such/and this is a beat - unh - you can't-
LH: "No, a fourteen does not hit my Reflex" will suffice, thank you.
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