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happen and fight on
If you say that I'm inadequate
Then let's get to battling 'cause
I've had it with these 21 savages
I am not your average rapper I'm

hold your cards
Put em all on the table
Show u hard
I'm well with god
From hell n back
Time unfolds
Don't dwell the past
Make well n last
Know they

the truth, shit ain't right
Africa y'all tripping
Whites rich off yo land
They Give you guns & count the money
Black blood dripping by yo hand
Band together,

on
Section eight n****s ran
From the jakes been
In the jungle surrounded
By apes if you can't
Stand the heat then it's
Never too late every day
I'm in traffic

astir 
like my father used to say 
“who were you before you met your mother”
they genius comes from genie 
derived from genie north African in origin

with bugs an gift, they taught me how to flip it different
Boxed in for days on end and couldn't leave, till songs were finished
Might've put me on some

it's the drug bars but dog your fans are sleeping
Honestly they been dozing off
Some would say you going soft
Putin acting up so I won't find my Agent

[Juvenile]
I'd be a stupid motha fucka if I'm stuck in his pot
I aint waitin to see what nigga out here love me or not
I say I hate em from

you gone
I put four in your brain
Keep bout four of them things

I'm surrounded by the demons that'll take you from your pain
They'll put you in

better learn from em
Imagine your jubilation, when you finally reach that summit
Or say fuck it and plummet into the depths of the despaired
Considering

I would never make it 
They said that I was wrong
Said nobody would ever love me
I’d never write another song 

And if you knew
What I knew
You would

accustomed to it
That it represents how lame I get

If you're looking for an underdog
Don't bother to place your bets
Cause I'm the beast of bad beats
I

I'll knock you down from the moon 

I ain't finished up with school, acting like a Armageddon
Imma say it once again, imma finish when I'm ready

the beat, like your cut g, gotta bald head

Aim at you, shot gun, got some pellets
Ain't tell the truth, then screw it, Imma tell it
Imma yell it, so loud,

wrong
They killed your dog and you made a song
Got his face on a shirt, then you put it on
You kill my dog, I'm gon' slide back
Turn your suburbs into

Vanus Empty

Dead Poetic

New Medicines

.
And your seizure-like finger is dead on the trigger.
And then, it's all blown away. With you or us all.
And they had you in their targets.
They're smiling

Okay, I have done a lot of screaming today and I'm not happy
My voice is gone but it works with this type of song and the lyrics and everything, so

they see me in the trap
You can cop a little this or you can get a little that
How you try to catch me slipping it's a shooter in the back
Niggas

bitches should get scared of me
It's just insulting to say you're my competition
Y'all fake pussies, in other words, all you twats are fiction
I'm the only

to make that call and tell mama I made it
Fuck all the niggas that hated
Your bitch say all of my songs is her favorite
That why she sing along when they

in a pussy Boston Creamed
I'll Get that dope nut and leave.
Can't brush over my piece
Lend your ear I'm Van Gogh on emcees
I give pain if they wanna

to say
As full disclosure movements start to expose the game
See they want you to believe that I'm just insane
But with these songs I'm a druid, too fluid

like roses from the blood you blow your shit to
Cracking like a window, I'm the only one you vent to
It's stressful
Mind boggling, this should be sinful

song

[Chopper]
What you say Freddy P ya heard me
Its all chopper city ya heard me
Your little brother ya heard me
I representin the band ya dig