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brain is gone, must be stuck inside the crash
All of a sudden I see my whole life just go by in a flash
Can't stand up, can't look around and I really

and couldn't turn to you
So far I held you back, but any moment now I know I'd crack
For all my pain is pouring down my face

Eyes like yours don't wanna know

Godfather when I mob out
Sawed-off to my bitch jaw, it's a waterfall

Gucci hoe, Gucci-Gucci hoe
Need a Gucci witch
Triple stacks in her ass crack
Make that

none
Lies have many variations
Truth none
Lies have many variations
Look
Black women gon save the world
The evidence inside my melanin as well yours

it can end
Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle
Cops playing a dirty game the black survival
Work us like a slave while they sitting back
With

hear him take two

Sight is blurred, pace is slowed
My bones, they crack

There's no way ones this fast
Yet I dare not look back

No
Oh please God, no

prove I'm better by bar
And keep up the beats so stay in your seats
And stand up clapping if you feeling this heat

You talk like A Team you just just hot

Billiono, 
Look bitch I'm working selling like a merchant, 
And I'm taking it global, 'bout to be a mogul, 
I'm the crack to the beat, the pot is the Pro

To the side I slide off with grace I caulk
Back boom you know I'm finna be as big as uranus
Tulips on the crack beauty in the matrix
I tell everybody that I'm

Come on quickly in, shop is open now
See what I offer, but don’t tell no one
Finest leather goods, made out by my hand
Go and take a look, don’t just

'cause they movin' creep
Gotta look out for the fam, nigga, that's what made me
Got me feelin' like I'm XB, you know I'm wavy
Real smooth nigga, I'll

Ayy, yo, look
Pissy staircases, mama grinding for minimum wages
I'm out here debt collecting while mummy's ducking the bailiffs
A young gunner

up and girl get naked
Respected, because I work hard for my cash
Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash
Look out below, my flow will hit your brain
I got

What's two mill'? I want seven more
Look, you could be a lawyer or a doctor
I picked a different road
I'm a rap God, but the goons by my side, I'm in

cold and listless
Not quite sure that they exist
Here in this moment slow and viscous
Lips haunted by the ghosts of kisses
There is the endless

Look, I can pull flowers out my hat 
      Do a disappearing act   
      Come back on you so strong
      Girl I really turn your loving on,I wonder

Hit the Jackpot

Underground Sound Unit

The Next Chapter: Strictly Underground

1995

presenting the one and only, USU...

Hook:
You can't win if you don't play, HEY HEY HEY (x3)
Looks like it's time to get paid we hit the jackpot

Zeb:

The Crawling Chaos

Rage

Black in Mind

1995

beyond and I heard : ³Dont look back !²
But I did and my eyes, they can¹t forget that sight
Rcause all water and land was dead.
Destroyed, denied, all

want I get that
Type to break you down
For a Kit Kat
Got big dreams
So I flip rap
On the back burner
I mix crack
Cuz it's so dope
When I spit that
It'll

Man what should I say
Make her give me play
Look dead in her face
Bump her by mistake
Nothings by mistake
Geechee mellow yellow
Chilling with

fade with the mist
hunting your ghosts with butterfly net
And all those troubles you haven't faced yet
Never surrender, always look back
But if it comes

Load that shit up, cuz no talking
We be ready for it hey
Look

Bring on that war, we be ready for it, yeah
We be ready for it
Bring on that war, we

fight back
And get the shit hot
Blow yo' ass out the spot, on Judgement Day

Uh, ghetto's the backbone
Streets the crack zone
Thugs cracking MAC's where

first name is Malcolm

All dem soft as baby powder, Johnson’s, and and the talcum

Talons like falcons in mouses piercing they backs it’s a fountain