Placeholder: No clouds in my stones Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank Comin' down like Dow Jones When the clouds come, we gone We Roc-A-Fella We fly higher than weather No clouds in my stones Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank Comin' down like Dow Jones When the clouds come, we gone We Roc-A-Fella We fly higher than weather

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No clouds in my stones Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank Comin' down like Dow Jones When the clouds come, we gone We Roc-A-Fella We fly higher than weather

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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