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Old Man (squinting, smoking a cigarette): “Meet him? Boy, I survived him. He spit a verse at me once—felt like my ears was bleedin’ and my lungs fillin’ with water. I ain’t been right since. Hear it? Still sloshin’ in there.” [He thumps his chest, a faint gurgling noise picked up by mic.]

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Old Man (squinting, smoking a cigarette): “Meet him? Boy, I survived him. He spit a verse at me once—felt like my ear...

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