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And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand
Holds and controls you 'til I leave
You fall deeper in the style - it's hard to breathe
The only time I
to the mix 
And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand 
Holds and controls you 'til I leave 
You fall deeper in the style, it's hard to breathe
Uh-huh, eh-heh
Lay back on this one (yeah, you know how I do baby)

You only a customer
When you walkin' in the presence of hustlers
Uh, I'm
So I'll always be glad you'd forget to forgive
When you leave
Make the aftertaste of love
Turned to hate bittersweet memories
I'm begging you
The only difficulty that occurs is when the pussy's stank
Cause then I'm a have to send you home and throw you in a ditch
Or leave you for the garbage man
nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter

And you
and you'll damn sure like
He's an MC with the rhyme know the day and the time
Never ever goin' low, cause he only climb
(And Jay's the DJ with the) cut
ancient artifacts

If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Keep it stuck inside your
over love is ancient artifacts

If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Keep it
break down that swisher
I'ma fill it up wit weed, I'ma blow it like a mista
Ain't no smokin' wit me mane, ain't no smokin' wit me mista
When you leave
child
All bow to me like the image of God, Supreme Being
Get you to the eyes worth seeing

Influenced; but not by the ancient ruins of rap
A large percent
the mix'll be right for you to savor
There's only one way to move the crowd:
Bass level up high, volume level up loud
To do you're best, you gotta believe
this is child's play... motherfucka!!!

Verse 2:

Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!
Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!
When I murder, I
Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave
on the roof know we got those
Hear a couple shots, hope you got those

I pull up in a full metal jacket
Pop shots, top notch with the ratchet
I leave
I get so high, I touch the sky 'til I can't even function
I get so high, I fuck around and wanna leave the function
The only thing that's on my mind
And leave you with not much to go home wit'
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin'
New York got a nigga
be great
I don't see that dad, but what about the now?
Johnny come and leave ya dad alone now
Yeh it's just you and momma now
Stop the cryin' now,
to your mind..
to your body.. to your soul!

[Chorus]
You better, pack up your bags, better get out of town
'Cause when the God come you know he gon'
body, to your soul!

[Chorus]
You better, pack up your bags, better get out of town
'Cause when the God come you know he gon' be putting it down
And leave you with not much to go home wit'
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin'
New York got a nigga
the code what, ball till you fall 
Smelling like a pound, when I fall in the mall 
From the shop, straight mashing on a bop 
Simply cologne, 'case I run
she can ride the man who's born to be sextified
Study my flicks if only chicks knew the mix for better brands
When power lands the sister had other
wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we isn't
When you raised up, where I come from,
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$Hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave