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sailing on to St. Giles
I'm hitching on a wave on the weather
On a seabird's smile
Bad August on the moon kicking up the wind and rain
The swells hit
sailing on to St. Giles
I’m hitching on a wave
On the weather on a seabird’s smile

Bad August on the moon
Kicking up the wind and rain
The swells hit
(Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits)
(Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits)
(Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits)
(Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits)

Yes,
Oakland nothin' better than some sloppy bed wetters
Makin' out while chewin' cheeto cheddar, such go-getters
But my ho from St. Louie by the name of Julie
call
We only got one night to do it all
I know baby it's such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit another city
Cold macking in the game is all we do
Me
one night to do it all

I know baby it's such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit another city
Cold macking in the game is all we do
Me and the boys
in a Def Squad state of mind
I went to New Orleans and kept it clean
Spitting, splitting rappers at they seams for the cream
By all means
Although I
Good to go, good to go
Good to go, good to go
Fresh kicks (all day) new fits (all right)
Drop hits (all day) then party (all night)
Good to go, good
up your guns and bust a slug and be pure scripture

Them St. Louis boys will get ya
Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
Them Houston
to the South what about Florida and Alabama
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. Louis - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Billy Boys rollin Phantoms
Oklahoma,
my own preaching means
And thinking why I'm leaving rhymes leaking by the evening
Who'da thought the hammer hit ya?
The Ruger spark, leave you
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
first album, it shipped gold
That's a insult, considering I did this one in Kinko's
I'm dying to see what this will sold
Will the critics diss it at all,
a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it when we roll down grass shit
It's guaranteed everytime we get hoe's
I play on my guitar, puff loud through
of street smarts
So here you go retards
Come hit this bulls eye
I’ll give you three darts
One, my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin'
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I 
   [DMX]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
of street smarts
So here you go retards
Come hit this bulls eye
I’ll give you three darts
One, my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin'
Lesson one my man, go on and do what you do
And you need to get the rifle or you worried bout two
Cause I'm hated by many, and loved by few
But I kill down
be tripping out
It ain't nothing, push a button, then they whipping out
Hood stars, pushing Regal's, that's a real car
Flag you down, I'll hit you
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
for tha pump
Tribe comin' clean like a bitch
We gon hit yo town for a lick
Nigga, we don't run we attack 'em
Then you can't splack em
Nigga outta
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you