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On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses as high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived

On the day
it I lock like a mastiff and I got enough zip-lock plastic
Give a nigga that hip hop casket, who can put 'em in a zip-lock fastest?
Me! That's who,
watching videos 
Laughing at studio gangsters they mo' gents then G's 
My bitches use your mix-tape cover to break they trees on 
Baked, top
Kick the game like football and soccer
Lames get maimed, perpetrators get penetrated
I cock it, I pop it, don't knock it so stop it
I got it I lock
20/20 vision
You can see me now handling this music with precision
If not, then it's fine with me
Just know this movement is vivid enough for the blind
or more so, cut'em up it was the main course tho
Zip'em up an lock'em up in the zip lock cloth

I didn't know (now I'm talkin' to a dead bitch)
I didn't
to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music usually has them)
(But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow
to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music usually has them)
(But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow
Ho, eternal burnin you in half if you don't comprehend
Understand this shit a gansta bitch is sayin to ya dawg
Lock you in the truck, mob through
a zip-code that's
1, 1, 2, 3, 3
And motherf***er we coming, 100 miles and gunning
I'm still running with cash that's robbed
From the era of exhale 80's
fire, duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire!

(You Don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)

It's the MOP (Yes)
In a zip-code that's
1, 1, 2,
to bootin'
Don't nobody try me know I'm quick to get to shootin'
I'm known around town as the lit nigga with the music
And I'm doin' all good, and the cake
a cardboard box 
Beatin' down your knees with a bag of Master locks
Police can't hear you with a dead body tied near you
It's hot, I 'm drinkin' soda with
was it
That from zip-locks with two tops is a nick
He said, “Play your cards right son, and stay on your shit”
He said, “The streets stay watchin’, I
coming, the fifths are coming
Hit up, lit up the blunt and I'm straight
Quarter to eight and my day looks great
Walked to the school with about 40 feet
to bootin
Don't nobody try me know I'm quick to get to shootin
I'm known around town as the lit nigga with the music
And I'm doin all good, and the cake not
appreciate the opportunity to be alive. And I'm just glad that I, you know, I don't have to slave anymore. You know, 'cause I, music was my love, and because