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doing, is from my old record
They bought my album, for $8.99
Studied the style, then wrote they own rhyme
I don't mind because I'm here to show
just a little
Just enough to get by
Aww, you dig and you dig
And you start wondering why
There's a whole lot more down there
I don't have to be told
I've
grandfather was lying wounded in the leg. He’d been wounded by one of our own lads who’d mistaken him for a German when Grandfather had come hobbling out
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don
Yo, how do I keep
(I don't know what's up with these hoes, man)
Getting in relationships like this?
(I'm just sayin')
Maybe it says something
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
'cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin'
don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old School
the ride
'Cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you
Ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking emina huh?
[Daz Dillinger] (in background)
Enema!!!
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Evil Lair
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
Intro
You got it
1st Verse
In my evil lair I’m right there
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
light
Now that's the name of the song, yeah cool right?
Chilling in the hot tub by the towers in the daylight
Don't want to listen, soon I'm going to take
And even then, that shit is rare, I just don't go outside
'Cause honestly I don't fuck with this world, I'd rather hide
That misconception, "Cause I rap, I
part of the Ural Mountains. It's crossed by 9 northern
Parallels. Ten fair-sized European states could be placed on its
Territory. Besides indigenous
and vandalism
And I'd target practice and clean my guns outside the front door
You know, posturing
It's just what poor people have to do
I don't think Noam can
I was thinking to myself I keep it to myself
Then I wrote this letter to myself Said I don't need nobody's help
See I was drinking by myself
that shit, Ganxta are?dd's up next
And this is a death threat
Time after time you forget
That this is a drive-by hit
Fuck a Dayton-stealer
Don
a little too late
And if you have a album date, just make sure I'm not in the song
Cause I don't need the attention bring enough of that on my own
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I'll always be the crème de la crème
Don't need reassurance from friends
Already know what I've been getting in
For three years I've been on edge
Learned
Please don't judge
Promised I'd make it out the mud whoa
Lately I been struggling to trust
Cuh it's like everyone's seeing me when I'm up though
the Fiend
Unleash the Rōnin that lies in me
大家fucking好 and let me introduce myself
R-A-V-E-N-C-L-O-U-D from the depths of Hell
Wasted so much time, dreamt
stunts
We'll call everybody that we know
And we'll fall into territories unknown
If all goes horribly wrong we'll just go
And if I get sent to bed before
all over
Feeling so useless with so much potential
I'm sensitive, it's too much
Confused, ungrateful
Those around me don't be phased by the conditions
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