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That's four hundred ninety-nine a half per eye
Minus the love, total up the blame
Carry the hurt and multiply the pain
Add the memories divided by you
off
But she can hear the answering machine)
It's you plus me divided by inadequacy times my denial
Minus three words that were thrown around and around
A hybrid design, seven-hundred thirty-thousand gauss 

for all types of DC residents, absorbed in 

flowin through fifteen=thousand one-hundred watt,
animation or green screen
Human beings need special specs provided by special request
To see the spectacular special effects
If you can see what I saw
nigga
I let the diss record drop, you was staying right below me, nigga
We must have played it a hundred times, you was going to bed
Why would I put
Hypersonic glide

The countdown is minus two hundred
and I am turning you over to the control room 
at command central Sia Lan for the launch. 
Good luck
Now who you know leave the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect
learn Jigga by the shit y'all be readin in The Source;
It's deeper of course
Follow the life of this reckless minor
At sixteen in the six hundred
fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees
Bout as blue as the sea the way I manuever the V
Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could
shit before
I say "ah ha o yeah you're right"
'Cause I see Betty X standing by the door

With more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere
More
To floss or not to floss is the question
Hehe
By any means
Me and my mans gon' shine
Burn bright till the lights go dim
Aiyo, ask me again
Better yet, I
hesitant; opposition get settled here with
Sharp shit that'll rip through.
One hundred layers of Kevlar; sharp like the gym star.
Exiled, son, he get sent
Twenty-thousand leagues down below,
minus one-hundred and forty-three degrees
Seize the info, gather the archaelogists
The aftermath needs to follow this cause
on the pony so I can tote my son around
The path I walk is filled who the fuck won't I kill
Thin as that line down the hundred that you can tell if it's real
just kept workin the streets
When the smoke clear say what you want I
Scanned over 100 thou in less than 12 months
Now you figure that's minus heavy
the rings
We lock the game
We got them things

Verse 1:
(Mack 10)
I got 30 cars, lived a rich life
Like a hundred hoes & like 3 wives
All guns & no
of technology
A revelation, revelations
Sensation gives me inspiration of revolution
That's my solution, there will be no sequels
I'm Audi hundred forty four
seeing days in the made
wishing she would just hurry up and enter the stage
so this hundred I been saving for my P.I.P.
I spent slowly and Sauncerea would
here, told I couldn't either
Right hand volleyin, gearshift receiver
Cause I play it by ear and she habitually plans
Twenty minutes we was parked fifty
blood's, runnin' I'm one, hundred no matter what it seem
I've done nothin' but crush whatever the fuck was in front of me

Sh-sh-shots pitchers flicking
spiteful delightful rival with sniper rifles
I’m twice as nice as Bible recitals minus the title
The Eiffel tower, your idol, the highest title, the vital
fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees
Bout as blue as the sea the way I manuever the V
Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could
Twenty-thousand leagues down below,
minus one-hundred and forty-three degrees
Seize the info, gather the archaelogists
The aftermath needs to follow this cause
a hundred grand
Bitch you insane if you think I'm your mayn
Here's 2 G's, go fuck LeBron James

[Chorus - minus first line]

Hah, been gettin' this
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay! 

Submitted by Zodiac 

NIGHT GOAT: 
She wants my way to feel 
And I cut my teeth 
It's more nine hundred miles 
Oh,