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Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lotta green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay Packer
I pack the zero's, meaning
soldiers
But thets the type of cal i live up and hold to
Like Joe Jackson, Lil Emmo
Randy,Sir Pat, God damn
They got bigger, the list go longer
I could
going to jail,
Dig man, want you to know, I'm cool man, names Joe,
I'm gonna work, I'm gonna work,
Well I'm gonna tell you about Joe,
Stay away from Joe
Yeah, my name's Joseph, but I'm
Not your average Joe, though
I will murk your whole team when I solo
Cause I'm massive in the game
You're a midget in
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
my application
Pass it to the man at AT&T
'Cause when I was in school I got the A-E-E
But there's no S-E for this youngsta
I didn't have no money so
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
diamond live in the stars
Touching the moon fighting like Zeus, Orion
Back in it this a mad level up Mario mushroom I'm growing up
Time slowing no it's my
COMMENTATOR:
So you join us live here for this IBA heavyweight title fight. The clash of the giants, which sees Sean Joseph taking on Jackson Millar.
Jackson ever since the fire went out
I'm goin' to Jackson I'm gonna mess around
Honey I'm gonna snowball Jackson look out Jackson town.
Here we go now,
be warm
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
"Big Joe's the name", I told him mine
you to live in my grandfather's shed in Nazareth and I'm like Joe, are you out of your fucking mind? I'm not gonna live in a shed in your grandfather's
the game but I'm referee
I understand they don't get me
That stuff they're on don't interest me (why?)
Mans a boss like Joe Pesci
Catch man home alone
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Slumber if I ever go
Under this always gone
Remain a number one
Rather old or classic I'm
Micheal Jackson remember
the time rather old or
Classic I'm
quick, you slower than a snail (Than a snail)
I’m schoolin’ ‘em, man somebody ring the bell (Haha)
I be gettin’ money, tell by the smell (By the smell)
(Skit, Skyez on the track, woah)
Yeah-Nah (Yeah)
You know wassup, man
Aye, man, yeah
Village Michael Jackson shit (Yeah)
(Grrt, bow)
Yeah, slime
my stories and Joe told his and
I smoked up all his Viceroys as we rolled along
He pushed her ahead with 10 forward gears
Man that dashboard was lit
live
when the shit goes down, be the last man standing
can't be the man ???? join them, eventhough you can't stand them
its the nigga that you love
Got a light skin friend, look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark skin friend, look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark skin friend
Got a dark skin chick
And if you judge him by his cover
Cause you blinded
By Your covers
Then I guess he's just and average joe
That you'll never never know
Mix check
One two
You the other half to me the missing piece I need to fly
And live my life knowing you're by my side
Butterfly city around you, thankful to God that I
ball, corner pocket
Ah man, nigga stop it (nigga stop it)
You know it's Dollaz
When it comes to rap, no problems
Haha, hold up, talk to 'em
I'm
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