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I wanna feel the strength David felt
With a rag and a rock, knowing that he couldn't fail
And I wanna trust that would lead me up a hill
To give
yeah, right
East I flow, East I go
Cover both your eyes, and what do you know?
What do you see? How does it be?
Is it circumference, or what's up, G?
It's
Minority troops flavors the broth of Wall Street suits
Armani or maybe Versace
Monetary gain can't stop the White House frolics
Judicial alcoholics
Cover up
They say krill white boy when the sound strange
Don't secure we been on 'em gotta hide my chain
A lot of rappers crying never seen the dime that
yeah, right
East I flow, East I go
Cover both your eyes, and what do you know?
What do you see? How does it be?
Is it circumference, or what's up, G?
It's
hired
But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on call
We above the law, we don't give a fuck bout y'all
I got dogs that'll chew a fuckin' whole through
May the lord open up every grave
Every prophet that was slayed
May they roam the earth for thousands days
Give 'em a body of a slave
May the lord
knew that, shit
Oh you ain't see the news?  Shit I'm the nigga with the true tat
Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just don't give a fuck
And if you run up
With impeccable accuracy
Know where you at & where you be
Back to the scene of the crime with rubber gloves on
Tryin' to expose the cover up but there
cent on Loud 
Slang lord  applaud  forty eight up on the board 
Holdin the stainless plain sword witcha name on it 
Lord, burn em, ninety-eight
with gats man
Hell town, call it horrible Houston figure
Space shuttle blew up busta NASA got the money nigga
What's really happenin' fool, the youth
Certain colors manifesting physical light
But still earthbound, held down by the physical elements
Spiritual development gives me a higher intelligence
These fuckin' snakes man
Fuckin' up our lives
I'll take a piss in your oil fields
I want some motherfuckin' payback so, yo

I wanna run for
about the depths of words and dark sentences
Now y'all don't remember shit, but try to mimic it

When I see my crown, just give me it, it's mine
Seek