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A stone cutter with flows that's so butter
Got soul like Soul Brothers. You know I'm no sucker
My rhyming'll get Simon to hit the Gold Buzzer
Possessed by

she had to pack her bags cus it was to go
She had to do like jack and hit the road
What would happen to her only god really knows
It's time we rise up

Arrivederci sayonara au revoir bonsoir
How many ways can I say
Hasta la vista auf wiedersehen
Hit the road jack don't you come back again

Arrivederci sayonara

Ice Ice Baby

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If

Belle, Anna
Brightseat Road, by the Shell, Lanham
He smoke your man, he on his Twitter banner
Real sticks, got from Alabama
The chopper rock with

a label then get me known
Bought a new lab, new crib we gone
AKs, SKs black with chrome
Fresh tour bus, time to hit that road
Can't take the world if you

It's like, I aint trippin y'all
Just sippin more and sippin hard
I cook it soft
I cut it raw
I hit the block and flip it all
I been locked in juvie hall

Real source, catch me plugged in by your light switch
Rollie on my left, bust Patek on my right wrist
I'm the type to go and get it, you will watch

a punch
Told Dee put the steak down
He working up a gut
Apple jack breakfast but I'm finna
Turn 'em in by lunch
Bitch told me pull up on her then
She got

on triple beams - untouched
The thud alone will cripple fiends
Who want what? - bars
Explode across the globe
Who jump up? - wit' garbage
Flows hit the road

to be well connected like an operator
I used to rub on some of the teachers an' administrators
Woulda' hit it, but yo, I'm not a good cooperator

Judgement Day

Esham

Judgement Day, Vol. 2

1992

the flatlines, we're runnin outta time
Dead by day is what I said sometimes though
I'd rather be dead is what I said so take it slow
Time to pay back, so hit

back if you're clapping at K
Or we could swing it out like back in the day
And you're a pussy so it's
Like Jack at the game
What the fuck's a bag full

roll
Don't hold me down don't hold me up I learned to hold my own
That's how it go
Was either jackin' basketball practice or hit the road
Didn't need

living in the back round, ain't tryna stand out
Too much
I might hit the road just to kill a show
Light zutes and end up at a fans house
Dead energies mans

run dude
Get preyed like cats
Catch you in the back roads
Where niggas get violent
Get stabbed for your nice clothes
Niggas on some grease shit
Causе

love
This that Gucci Mane and Keyshia love
This that Gucci Mane and Keyshia love

Pretty hoes love trap niggas that's a fact
Baby hit me

Man got hit with the perfect aim 
Money went missing and man got blamed
Did a wrongen and man got shamed 
Did jack move what did he gain  
It weren't

a woman and
That woman is Jack Harlow
Just kidding it's me and
This line is sponsored by Target
I'm lowering the bar baby limbo
I write for lower back tats

[Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers cover]

It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was drivin
The trees flew by, me and jack

like any other?
Name in the book that's been compiled
I'm on a next thing I can not be labelled
Placed in a box like jack
You try count me out I come