Placeholder: You down spoke, man, you down spoke Feelin' everybody there's gone every dope Left foot in and right foot out Me said you know that's what it's all about, oh You down spoke, man, you down spoke Feelin' everybody there's gone every dope Left foot in and right foot out Me said you know that's what it's all about, oh

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You down spoke, man, you down spoke Feelin' everybody there's gone every dope Left foot in and right foot out Me said you know that's what it's all about, oh

statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn

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