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Kane, now I'm dope with weight in the game
You was hot but can't stay in the flame
Ghetto pain and windows crack
The fist is like a symbol for black
dope with weight in the game
You was hot but can't stay in the flame
Ghetto pain and windows crack
The fist is like a symbol for black
Can tell the real
Kane, now I'm dope with weight in the game
You was hot but can't stay in the flame
Ghetto pain and windows crack
The fist is like a symbol for black
prayers in reverse
Cast curse sling blood on a whore
Slap the fuck out the Deacon, he's reachin' for that book
Set the pages to flames, your lord is
to spittin'
Can't escape my bars no visitor's permitted
Welcome to Hell where Joell holds a pitch-fork
And you burn in eternal flames for your bitch talk
the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] one, two, three,
straight bitch whether I say it or not
Shit is hot, spittin flames on the track
Put our town's names on the map
From now until we fadin to black
Where we at?
class, open a stolen Accord door and haul ass
Body disposed by Albanian doorman for four grand, aw man
I throw the lamb in the ground and leave it
Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four by
I had a fight with a cop just last night
Address my girl 'my dear', been shootin' guns for years
And I never been a sucker givin' in to my peers
The misdemeanor catcher comin back at cha
for the long ride, as we return to the wrongside

[El Da Sensai]
Out to burn, rackin paints by the sack to provide
tracks
niggas at?
Oh, we all up in the studio
Oh it. Won't you drop this joint?
Yo I can't yo I might not be able to make it there
For real? Yo, I got a idea
loc's in Cali I know be them pie-flippers
Doin' drive-bys on lowrider bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
You little weak guys should keep 
The murder case you
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
too weak like fortnights
Toward fights with battle tracks, Typical Cats
By the time you catch us we'll be whack so laugh

Ha Ha Ha ha ha ha ha
Be
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
Cerebral tornadoes rip logic like frolicking paperbacks 
The tone is incomplete extension, in all of the later tracks 
Extracting vitamins, from machinery
Cerebral tornadoes rip logic like frolicking paperbacks 
The tone is incomplete extension, in all of the later tracks 
Extracting vitamins, from machinery
the eternal flames.

EQUIPTO

I'm so hot, the track meltin'
Please the degrees that I kick his black belt in
Freeze MC's into a gas, I blows mixed Purp with
good
I'll split ya, ditch ya
Gotta put ya in my hall of flames
And damn, it's shame
Listen up tight you can hear the storm, it's a hurricane
Bone,