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2021 by BGourd
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Created
Oct 6, 2021
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Man don't teach me in my suit
No leather skin I come
off
With the sauce Bob Ross used to draw glocks
Now I draw art like Basquiat off tops
Y’all lost....
Muhammad Ali tell me who the greatest
I'm a Make
shows
An' if the freaks get illy I smack the....
Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed
Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med
Ya say you
don’t have to pay for shit I’m a rap star
Hook
Bob your head to the beat till your neck breaks
My lines are fortified like Kevlar chest platess
Cutting
something
Is wrong with you and I left that part open
To symbolize how you completely
Forgot who you are the moment
That car hit you amnesia is a motherfucker
you are
You lip-sync these jams 'cause you're
Far from a superstar
And if you're lonely, 'ho, I ain't
The one who gives a damn, 'ho
I like it solo, no
will be fully engulfed by this Energy
I don't have enemies
I just have people who envy me
You can't handle this pressure
You on ya last knee
Just
:09 (hook)
Im da,
K.E.A.R, M.E.R.A,
Brought up n da buildin to move yo bod-day,
Ya didn't know I'm da P.A.R.Tay,
Nd it ain't gonna stop till I
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
his cool
By side
I envy that
Everything shines
How sweet
Side by side
We're just so fond of him
By side
Parallel lines who meet
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
stolen
Steady rollin in a world that I'm controllin
Vanguard awards are for Kings who get OFF!
Clock platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord
Talkin bout
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
are too soft
Don't remind me of Dylan or Marley
But regardless, they're two Bob
Was a young gun, but we're still on, Lewi White
Been here so long,
went the wrong way about it, okay?
Nicko: Yeh, 'e did go the wrong way about it.
Steve: Really?
Nicko: Well I'm, I, I, I, I tell ya what, I mean
it's, time for Chip to wreck it
But before my intro I gots to check it
So who is the nicest in your neighborhood?
Lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary,
style's high style
C'mon, faggot nigga gotta take the gun home
The O-R-I-G-I-N-A-T-O-R (can't FUCK with it can ya?!)
Chorus (with variations)
[Amil-lion]
Those who oppose are my foes
All stand in rows
Deadliest MC across the globe Kurupt Capone
I packs heat when it's cold
Too much pressure makes ya fold
So
the time Risky rung my phone I was a different being
I was taking less risk on road even in the PM
Outside my yard chipped tooth
Who set the levels?
crumbs, and a zoo visits
Who is it, taking pictures, probably giving you kisses
Bob and Nancy, acting fancy
It's that Thai 9 for late night, giving you
divorce. It's because people wake up next to a stranger. They say, Who the hell are you? What are you doing in this bed? Where's that man that used to do
phase one
I burn anybody, third degree
X5 cats like BM from AM's to PM's
I'm a MC and producer
Seduced like the Kama Sutra
Beyond the stuff that ya
nice how demand met supply and then they found a price
Who knew that you would have to be the sacrifice
They dimmed ya lights, and pinned ya right
ah, ah, ah (Ashy Slashy, Ashy Slashy)
Run ya over with no breaks on (Ashy Slashy, Ashy Slashy)
Justice for those who died under your name (Ashy Slashy,
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