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inspired
By Ebony Stewart
And it goes
A little something
Like this
I am a steward
Looking after these words
A moment of silence
Comes fewer
Than a cure
I

a lot
See you later haters
Wait with yo Whip in a lot
Sick of the digital plot
I tried to pick me a lock
Open up forums I never get bored
Cuz
I was a kid

to me I'm a take it way from you
And I don't fuck with lames I'm a stay away from you
These Niggas get together to talk about you in groups
Shawty I'm

and throw ones in the air
That ain't no gas I can tell by the smell Been playin' with bells and the numbers be
fair Break down the a shhh and I don't need

What's up Doc? (Can We Rock)

Fu-Schnickens

Mad Flavas: Beats for the Boulevard, Vol. 2

1999

neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin

What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock)

Fu-Schnickens

Shaq Diesel

1993

neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin

All paid out on a standing order
Causing dispute and a health disorder
Shut down shops and they barricade borders
The country is run by thieves

Vital Nerve

Company Flow

Funcrusher Plus

1997

Funcrusher.
Massive; a sign for my condition, automatic.
Goldstar connect thoughts; get jostled at your position.
Listen, abort mission without further

Zero Stress (Written by Rizzy RTG & Aaron Issa)
Pick the Percocets ('Cets)
Icy on ma neck (neck)
Hit you with that cheque (cheque)
We just ‘bout

3 Stripe Killaz

Made Men

Classic Limited Edition

1999

five pounds of heat yo
'Cause most of ya'll killas ain't down to beat
Spit digital depth, studio crime, shitty flow
My dirty work get you murk in my

he a deadman walking
Get him a casket can't adapt
To a habitat surrounded by goblins
Bro bout to back out something
But he know that they watching W-we

the flow
I was humble now
Residuals Digital
Faith by my side
Don't get tired I got shit to lose

I come from hard times
The way it look
This shit ain't easy

I'll get rich or die trying nigga
All I ever needed was a team and digital scale
Break down the package bang the Jack and deliver the sale
Won't catch me

to the ounce


 getting funky said you love me

but you just love the sounds


that i compose and go produce to get a digital counting


making money off

worse than weed, you don’t know that your’re boxed down

High digital vibes, audio-visiual, mass hypnotic methods

Attack, and kill the spiritual

Lack,

hurtin
Draw down with this whip and he froze up in person
When you make plays
Back then i remember them days
I get bougie I'm stuck in my ways
Going hard

speed in my feet
Pray to the Lord, get down on my knees
Move with the writin', it's destined to be
Ain't seen my momma, I'm feelin' so weak
The distance

Thes n*ggas be playing they really been talking so I went and bought me a TEC nical
Neighborhood doctor so come get your blessing you know that we

my worst nightmares
By appearing like it's all back, it's all there
I'm done with this
I can't sleep
Cause' I don't wanna' wake up
My dreams will get

fell
Nine planets, sun, moon, stars, heaven, and hell

God Shit Biatch

Welcome to Los Angeles nights
Where the darkest streets get lit up by

take em' down
Hoffa bruh you never knew
Ten by ten by ten by ten by ten
Aye I'm mister blue
Still collecting coins, causing chaos for my emeralds
Level

after I break down
Then sprinkle it in
Who needs a friend?
Hello, Cloud Nine
We meet again
Fuck it, let's do this process again
Get on Cloud Ten and kick

devotion/
No loyalty observe fake royalty digital crowns/
Overpopulated pitiful frowns rituals down/
Sentimental residential little towns/
Test the H bomb

love, the only thing to make a man bow
And that's love, the only thing to hold a man down
And when he leave I be begging him to stay
But I get it he gotta