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The Cooley High cold chief high post techniques
I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes
Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint
Then design what
The Cooley High cold chief high post techniques
I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes
Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint
Then design what
The Cooley High cold chief high post techniques
I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes
Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint
Then design what
the concrete status kick your ass with my apparatus
Those who oppose this, split their shit like Moses
My written tabs is rippin' fags and the whole bit

I
[Intro Skit]
Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets,
mindin my own business.. and BAM!!
I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR
that
is no reputation
That precedes itself
I've heard no declination
Rebuttal, or sale
But we keep selling ourselves
By the neon blue and red
By
cascade and catch the mayor
Captivator, spectator activator
Palladium's packed, they pay me in stacks of paper
Aggravated assault, halt the path
you your paper
Bathrobe on, but the sword's underneath
And he wanna see your blood as it pours in the street
It's the mark of the beast
The meek
eyeballs roll
Back in my head and the mic glows red
Step in my face and you'll wind up dead
Yo, thanks, I needed that
I was posessed by this treacherous
Go 'head and roll the red carpet out
'Cause everywhere I walk on a martyr route
Just when you thought the game was garbage and watered down
I came
the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements are empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.
So come all ye young men who
don't listen
Competition come and get some on
Red marker still bleedin, through the paper
Of his sick premeditated, murder caper

I walk with the Shaolin
look at this! I got it right over her
Ere! see it? my big, brown, briefcase! my briefcase! it's big, harry! it's full of business papers...from my
the pen, started f***ing in ink
The hustle’s an art, I paint it what I would think
Still allergic to broke, prescription straight to the paper
Destined for
the pen, started fucking in ink
The hustle’s an art, I paint it what I would think
Still allergic to broke, prescription straight to the paper
Destined for
handshakes
You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious
You talkin' and playin', your whole
see
Bitch, I got a bunch of names
Getting head in the H.O.V. lane
Getting red, I let my nuts hang
Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang
Chased by
toes these days
But I won't lie, hey I beat 'em with the flow for days
'Cause I love it, a pen and pads like a red rag to a bull
I see red like
toes these days
But I won't lie, hey I beat 'em with the flow for days
'Cause I love it, a pen and pads like a red rag to a bull
I see red like
white men
And like to sniff white heroin, I sold china white crack back then 
As I was writin this rhyme on white paper with a black pen
I started
on the mic? 

I think not, my paper make pen leave nuff ink spots 
On blocks where your punk ass still bustin' off slingshots 
Talkin' shit about me when
fuck playin' fair!
y'all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tear
Drag just burn that up and get it outta here
y'all think y'all goin' from heaven
on white paper with a black pen
I started wonderin how life woulda been
If a nigga like me was born with white skin
I wouldn't have got knocked by
the pregance of my hardship was born style
Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought
Finding me lost among statues and mainstream idols
Browning
must be some old rhyme that I wrote
And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it
For example when I say gun I mean my pen and paper
And every time