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sense

No one is bulletproof

And I'll eat the skins of my brothers
The alabaster bones will make a perfect wall
Gonna fill in the cracks of these
like a meteorite
I'm Bogart-ing, mics and whole stages
Destroying MC's dreams, from words to whole pages
Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks
With
should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writing then record
Replenish keep
Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here
They say he bourgie, he big-headed
Won't you please stop talking about how my dick head is

Flow
wounds 
And finding salvation 
Someone is laughing 
They're talking sense 
Give up my head 
For dead I meant 

Flowers are crushed 
By heavy hands
the first album even the gals were like "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f***ing mouth was nightmare-ish

And from the start of it you felt like you were
Spin your wig back like we DJ'ing, he ain't playing
My songs set a trap, catch 'em laying
Now we stuck but he's overwhelmed by what he came across
Not
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
Speaking clearly - clearer than
The living
Talking perfect sense
Used to not being understood
While talking perfect sense to the
Next generation

Have
for a while
Serious

To the beat
Jus bop your head to the beat
If you don't wanna dance to the beat
Just bop your head to the beat
If you don't
And then you're gone
If it wasn't for a well placed sense of direction
You could lose your head and simply carry on
Walking back to happiness
I've been
publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, b****, I even have
speakin' on, oh word?
You ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a f***ing read-along
Ain't a f***ing
for a while
Serious

To the beat
Jus bop your head to the beat
If you don't wanna dance to the beat
Just bop your head to the beat
If you don't
the motherf***er burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned

I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the n****s hate
Yo ham, whassup, man?
Whassup, be-Down?
Ain't nothin' man, what you think 'bout all them fellas
Out there talking junk about you, man?

Oh, you
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts. 
My head is a carousel of pictures. 
The spinning never stops. 
I just want someone to walk in
watch face crystal clear
The other chick will give me heat while I shampoo her hair
Head tilted back baby no more tears
You mumblin' and shit duke my
Until his blood bleeds
Past tense, back then niggas had some sense
BENZINO!
Your skills not equal
I got your busta tucked right by my nuts bruv [aha!]
I
in the money come and find me, Nemo,
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo,
Dropped the mixtape that s*** sounded like an album
Who'd have
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless

Play this by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I?ll be his
Niggas can't hold me back 
We ain't comin' for no bullshit
Niggas talking all that yackedy yack, word up


Here's to Mrl Keith Murray 
The Mr.