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mentally can he really play ball
Dumbfounded by out the ghetto conversations
His mentality's oh so so small
Get the cream
Get the hoes
Get the cars
He
mentally can he really play ball
Dumbfounded by out the ghetto conversations
His mentality's oh so so small
Get the cream
Get the hoes
Get the cars
He
boat
But with God as my navigator I'll be staying afloat
And I admit to being caught by many foolish distractions
Then I'm forced to pay the price
and warm
Harmless and innocent
Until they're taught to be violent, and militant
This mentality gotta be erased by faith
The 12th hour is coming, we're
the battle between God and devil
Take the devil off your plane
Take him off your mental mentality
Take him off your brain
Leave all the cigarettes
of Judah 
Devils disappear like they went through the 
Bermuda, triangle, erupting on Ryzarector tracks 
like volcanoes, so God swear to me 
I appear two
she loves me 
She says she loves me not 
She's playin' with my mind 
She's playin' with my heart 
It's a contract 
And the devil breached
Life can taste
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
this
Got these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus
And so I learned to earn my currency and over time
Affiliated, clearly click a military
this
Got these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus
And so I learned to earn my currency and over time
Affiliated, clearly click a military
of Judah 
Devils disappear like they went through the 
Bermuda, triangle, erupting on Ryzarector tracks 
like volcanoes, so God swear to me 
I appear two
blinded by cultural ignorance and steady judging
But judge not, lest ye may be judged
For the judgment ye judge ye shall surely be judged, you gets no
scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone

[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves,
to respond-react to this
Bring it back to respond-react

Master gettin cash in an orderly fashion
The attractive assassin, blastin the devil trespassin
Message
back to Respond/React to this

The attractive assassin, blastin the devil trespassin
Master gettin cash in an orderly fashion
Message to the fake nigga
time to deal with the mentality, style is no formality
What's the reason for you wantin to live in this reality?
Only deal with cautions, with devils
missin' sister lichen
Them sons of bitches that be crossing me up
The devil's calling me up to blow their family up
So west up, I'm unexpekted like a heart
rhymes with jewels, rituals
Dealin with your spiritual reality, mentalities come from enemies
Through the outer me, disbelievers get amnesia
A trip
wild
Run it by, bust to start, to punch, others front
Top drop Cesar, it's more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin' grain in your brain, like a tweezer
to the crack and I make shit get wild 
Run it by bust to start to punch, others front 
Top drop Caesar, it's more than a leisure 
Bitch every fuckin grain in
concepts, new tools, new weapons
By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future

I used to think that rappers had it figured out
Brass Monkey,
is scared of her
Hitting with the wicked shit
I'd like to dick a chick
But now I'm robbing quick and split
So give me that money, devil
One for
is scared of her
Hitting with the wicked shit
I'd like to dick a chick
But now I'm robbing quick and split
So give me that money, devil
One for
to the crack and I make shit get wild 
Run it by bust to start to punch, others front 
Top drop Caesar, it's more than a leisure 
Bitch every fuckin grain in
to cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowing if this game'll last, feeling ashamed
Of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I