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Her favorite place, my bed, she insane, Laced in the red, like the pain
Thoughts in my head, I don't care
Thought that you had misread what I'm
Red]
Sabac hold the style of rap chemist did by a menace
Feel the highlights of life through the roots of John Flugen
Caught in clenches, the moon shape
the red clay
Deep-seated yeah I'm heated with a middle
Finger pointed at the birds
Preacher speakin to the heathens
Only using two words fuck you!
Oh, I'm
call 911 son
Doing things you have never done
Bloomin' like, you know I'm the one'
여기 누가 재밌어? 기우제 지내다 불났어
Made it rain 잠재워 I rock the nation 박재범
My
1978 we lost JP I
The church was prayin “God's will be done”
All the red hats had to make a trip to Rome
Each one wonderin if he'd make it back home
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks
Calculating ETA with the midwife on the line
And this IvySon shit my religion
Still saved by the Son but there's one I call mine
My boy, yeah
And it's been
bull~shit steps to the rear son
the last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
cus in the street brawl I strike men like lightning
you seen what happen in
hawk em down on the lot trail nigga
Take yo bitch out she like ox town nigga
Plug music up like the rock town nigga
No glick swap no gun sound nigga
a cave
Hunter aiming at yo brain
Brain brain brain liquid
I feel like eddy
Grip machette
I'm addicted
But not by definition
Cause I kicked it
Flvco
deep
Save that off the wall bullshit you can have, son
Fuck around, grab the mic, you catch a bad one
I come corect and strapped to bust the ill raps
Me
Umm hmm p yamz
J what? This is what happens
'Sup Jeff you leaving niggas in
The studio by theyselves yo
Ay yo puff the dutch
Don't make me fuck shit
the
Sorcera spell
I can see your overwhelmed by my flank manoeuvres
cttack from the bank with my tanks and rugers.
I know I don't mean real ones
Just verbal
the winds of the poles
Either that or they lack soul spilling red blood for black gold
Human sacrifice, make me wonder bout nine eleven
What they doin' in
a mink
Father was a trip, always steady trippin'
Basically cause my eyes were always red from smokin' up on spliffin'
Said I want to out the jack, can
limps off and slap you with 'em
When I'm pissed off I hear voices saying
(Kill) me and Madrox create flocks
By giving out free crack rock
Down
as
And flings that don't last
They call me a sophisticated thug
Like Rass Kass
Hey ma
Looking like a million
Judging by the way you roam
Is you half Italian?
Now
[Celph Titled]
Straight out the red depths of Hell bringin clips and diseases
I walk on water with my own two feet nigga, FUCK JESUS!
Celph Titled's
rocks straight I for my g, nineteen with a mexicano lame throwin up on my colors red, white, to the green always lookin out just in case fools jump me
up with that Blanc Sauvignon
Keep it up Imitated duplicated by none
You bet yo ass I'mma better mentor for your only son
Haberdashous Roll the Film
Yeah
Red tips, 762s, shoot a Taki at him
Good punch at Yoshi
Satisfied by hibachi habit website surfing
Tryna punch like I'm Bobby Lashley
Hundred
then
But I never got into this for a spot in the top ten
I do this for one reason- Jesus, the True King, son
To help God's elect obey Hebrews 3:1
a must, that we let you know we sell, rocks
Fuckin' wid these killaz from South Parkway we the Hypnotize
Claimin' motherfuckaz plenty bustas I know wish
wind
Hopped out, what you want, big verb in the gin
I'm a fish; you can tell by the flippers or fins
C'mon
[Takbir]
Yo- I got a rock style
Pivot
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