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Dungeon

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
In my kingdom you’re banished I took your girl then

Maybe it's my insecurities
Send you everything 'cuz you're family
Bump the album don't skip
'Cuz you like the sound
Ignore the hate
Those road blocks will

dozen
Of tracks on this album, you get hit by a bludgeon
Of raps and rhymes, just listen to the fussin
A wojack bojack, kickin rhymes to novac
Battlin me

taking a shot
At Jay for that line in "22 Two's," couso
He was right, too much West Coast dick-licking
I'm getting my dick licked by a thick bitch when

feature price up by a couple K
Look, all I need in life is just to drop an album that's completely done by Ray
Look, all I need in life is just to come up

You know this is a priority
Oh yeah, Benny
Yeah, this is the one right here
We gone start it like this
This is the album
We livin'
43va
It's Moves,

at a balcony
Doin' alchemy
I made music for my pals and we
You, him, and me
In this order is: Good, Better, Best, that's the reason for my album, see
There's

feet
No worries, ain't in a hurry
Stress not a problem, vision stay blurry
Trippin' so damn hard off shrooms, I thought this jawn was SLEAU II
Ain't no

dead body go do better album

I know say Dagrin dey laugh i dy wound this track
E dy show 2pac na ur warri version be that
Na me dy run the street una

at mang?
I drop my first album and then D-Day came
Step out my car
Raised the bar that CD: "Pdank"
Back when rap night was hosted by DJ Shade
Took guys by

fifteen, I seen the racks
By sixteen, I seen a strap
'Bout seventeen whippin' and drivin' (hey)
I was eighteen, fuckin' two baddies
At nineteen, I nearly

NYC Street Corner Battle

Ultra

Big Time

1996

mayn {*POP*} take this mayn {*POP*}
[thug] Take this mayn {*POP POP*} dead now!

[Tim Dog]
Here we go with some new shit, fuck the bullshit
Bronx niggaz

In pain if that's what I would feel
Maybe this is Karma knocking, I'm starting to cause a lotta problems
I'm Dying 2 Live, but Satan is tryna just do

of statements
And they still end up booking him
He wore some black Forces to school
And everybody started cooking him
Left a dead body by that
Liquor Store

Thank You Lord (Story of the Shunamite Woman)
(Andrae Crouch, Arr. by John Redmon)

Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord
I just want to thank

his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause

just the forwards
Justified
Side by side
Juxtaposed
Jumping out
Just to show you

The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my

Runaway

X

Live at the Stagedoor Tavern

1997

[Chorus]
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...

[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like

1987

Saul Williams

Amethyst Rock Star

2001

Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches
Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches
I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch

low mayne
Lo mein or face this capital punishment
But y'all gon' fertilizer
Guess Ras Kass running shit
Plus doubt y'all thuggish men
Really own 2

the park
Dead inside, strive to be alive
A wild ride, on a turning tide, I will always survive
On the road of transformation, my mind is on the motivation

already dead
So next time pussy, try to aim right for my head
You gotta have brain damage if you think that I need you
Cause I'm the reason Mark was

conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave

VERSE 2: SUFFA
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless

and shit
You can't go in Gucci

Savior of my city, death by the millions
Backxwash posted my album said I was killin
Celebratin what I deserve
I guess that