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every dime I make, every soul I know
Hire by reach, the farther down I go
This old broken back of mine is all I've got to show
And anyway

A working
every dime I make, every soul I know
Hire by reach, the farther down I go
This old broken back of mine is all I've got to show
And anyway

A working
every dime I make, every soul I know
Hire by reach, the farther down I go
This old broken back of mine is all I've got to show
And anyway

A working
every dime I make, every soul I know
Hire by reach, the farther down I go
This old broken back of mine is all I've got to show
And anyway

A working
every dime I make, every soul I know
Hire by reach, the farther down I go
This old broken back of mine is all I've got to show
And anyway

A working
bands at night

Now the Americans are gone except for two
The embassy's been hard to reach
There's been talk and lately 
A bit of action after dark
M.U.R.S a nigga known to rip a microphone
Leave you enthrasted in the zone 
Much to advanced to clone
Master of this urban rhyme science
Combined my
the best of me
I take it a notch higher, yeah
Sip more wine than a Somalian
Get around town in a private Lear
And by sun down, I'm up out of here
the best of me
I take it a notch higher, yeah
Sip more wine than a Somalian
Get around town in a private Lear
And by sun down, I'm up out of here
And after I'm finished you know I'mma drink some mur
But I got 20/20 vision when I'm pitchin', listen
I spot them chickens never slippin' like a transmission
Tryin' to reach the gates
Preaching' hate on the tower of Babylon
So babble on but yo nobody listening
And the well that you're wishing in is the one
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town 
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around 
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
my reach
To tell what really goes on from cells to the streets
Now in LA as you know there's a war going on
And it's been going on since before I was
Butch Cassidy
So don't sleep, moneygrip, or that ass'll be
Out of the frying pan, into the fire
Now I'm dead on your ass like Spencer for Hire
Word,
reach the pinnacle
Braveheart general since 9-4
Got the belt to show
Certified classic
9-6, Street Dreams is blastin'
And no way, they wanna hire
the G.S.T. (Screw it!)
Prince Albert down to Saskatoon, the terror of the sea
If you want to reach the Co-op, boy, you gotta get by me!

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