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pressing so called competition
I rip them with these lyrics to show them that I'm the illest
Haters coming out the woodwork by the dozen
I never trust them

You see my lyrics be the illest
Like a chick with syphilis
Cause I don't talk about the ghetto
Popping thugs and all that shit
Cause it monotonous

It's 2:30am, my hands in my pockets and I'm on a move
I'm lip syncing lyrics, I'm mentally here on a groove
I'm going to lock myself into the studio

Bring It On Lyrics
By Bayou City Comeback Chorus featuring Z'Maji
Music and Lyrics By Kam Franklin


Chorus
You know we gotta to bring it on
You

keep a nine right by my side
If I call 'em up I know my hitters down to slide
I'm still writing lyrics in the booth mane fuck a nine to five
R.i.p. to my

it's laid down I claim the crown snatching it off of your melon
Better by the letter put words together like spelling
Bees, cleverly combined into bars

Or something felt? By what we dealt?
Time will tell if it hasn't fell
Now all of our experience is merely turned to lyrics
That I put into this song cause it's

unaware of it
And the lack of awareness is unfortunately too real
I'm highly disturbed by my findings by the way
But here we are
Yo
Look I take dancehall,

Gone for a while thats on me got em asking like where he at
In the stu thats where I be at
I been working on my lyrics you can see that
And I been

up
The lyrics hitting like a hundred rounds
I got my own sound
I'm like that's tough
When you complain about me
But what would you be talking bout

seem to help getting carried away
I'm surrounded by my projects every damn day

It helps to work on all the cool shit
But some times I feel like I'm

everything that you not
You put on that chinchilla bitch I put on my Walmart
Man I don't need no grill cuz my lyrics are dope
Goofy 6 by 9 motherfucker with

at Wake
(Yeah) My goal with this tape
(Yeah) Is make the ceilings break
(Yeah) Leave hip-hop in its wake
(Yeah) By the end, you might say I'm great but I'm

nation to nation like if it was
Contraband I stand, on my own two
With my whole crew, I thought you knew
We're not easily amused by buffoons'
Who talk

soul been feeling locked 
So it's time I get to freeing 
This lyric for treason routes
From so many reasons
I keep flowing through seasons
I keep

the way you act
It’s all because of me...
Me me me...
Freestyling with my eyes close
Watching lyrics pop up in my lids like the time froze
My rhymes cold

Im that man, drunken beats wiggle wobble
Like a lap dance, this could be your last chance
Make the snare pop, lyrics on point
Melodies hot, make

and I'm too unforgiving
But in the same vein everyone that's done me right rejoices
Too bad that y'all was against me

Angry by instinct, 
Still on a roll,

reached it's quite simple like my two dimples/
Say by by to the bad guy hello the worst
Each verse is blessed with a curse measure your worth

All I need is

silence consumed by violence
I move with
Violins sirens fire pins gods sins dead friends
Broke amends I'm closing in a smokers hand it help me see

niggas
Lyric by lyric
Lyrical killer on the microphone
I'm out
Young Steez nigga, fuck you mean nigga, trippsquad who I be nigga
Uh yeah ooh
Yeah ooh

on strivin
Yea this is how we roll
Stayin on the ground with my money on my mind
Let’s go
Live by the gun, Die by the gun, Heeeey
Lyrics automatic mother

people that we speak and we rhyme with
Define every crime
Through the weapons we fight with
You like this?
We mean every lyrics we wrote
We open up your

and out of the lyrics
I've been unfit to balance the light and darkness
But I'll diss the government and they silly politics
This economy is in shii cos'