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black, Medusa head on the Loss
Y'all niggas broke
Fuck around, a three pound might hit ya
(Boom) my man came home violated in December
See you two years

purge on the street
Ama monster
Cold blooded deadly beast
Ama a monster 

Hauling by the moon
Raised by the wolves
Raid in pack
Make a nigga get a heart

to be dead
I heard you covered the case, you covered being a fed
Joe Budden said I was nice, that shit went straight to my head
Regardless of what was

heard 3 words
Keep choking me
Shorty got dumps like a truck
Tried to stop mid fuck
But she said keep stroking me
We ain't wanna stomp your man
But he just

Merely days away - this is World War 3
But everyone I know say they don't want beef
Thought the Cold War was over, but they steady gettin' over

Yellow Shapes and Noughts by Joe Stoeser 1985 
Forty two miracles happened along the solar walk, 
When bang with the  whiteness  of fresh air

To declare humans the winners
Put a plan in place, three years in space
Temptation never wasting living inside a 5D paradigm
Do it like this, do it like that

coppers and robbers
Hopin' fences, swimming, 3 AM, fuckin' the park up
We was kickin Bandos in, to bring hoes in
Jody, DV, with us damn shame we lost both

drawn (Nah)
Life is hard in this land
Wanna get by gotta do the crime
Father steady looking for the milkman
That's why son became a slime (Slatt)
Son is

I'm dirter than a pastor in the room with 40 whores
In dirty draws receiving raw falettio on dirty floors
By a corpse entering stages of rigor mortis

you with three by threes
You'll have to see bout me, hit your whole family tree
Fuck on your sister and your mother and maybe your step-auntie
I'm in

white chalk mullato
My motto
Is to be judged by 12 never carried by 6 so I walk around like pharrell holding the clips
Malicious heroin needles push in

from the heart, I represent hip hop
I be three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop
Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top
Too much candy is no

They Can't See Me

J. Rawls

The Essence of J. Rawls

2001

on the mic, son, but, yo', you got caught
By them brothers united, and we're not Bling, Bling
And ain't no stretch Hummers and stuff
We just doin' our Thing,

Falcon and the Snowman

Andre Nickatina

Conversation with a Devil [CD & DVD]

2003

you couldn't be saved by John the Pope
Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol
If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal
Cause

Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate
Make no mistake, this shit as real as Joe, we follow the killer's code
When we come for you, tell me where will

I think that first intro was the one-, was the one
Water
Wet, wet
(Oh my God, Ronny) one, two, three
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

a bundle, guaranteed nigga gonna mug you
And no one love you when you broke and shit, focus kid
Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die, Coke is in
Blow ya

a part of the game, boy I'm out here in the rain
The hood know my name, boy and my shit ring
Since I don't play no games, boy I let that shit ring
It's

9DM
If you don't know
You about to find out

This whole song took 3 hours with a mix and a master
So you might just wanna get my signature after
If

ungak'bangi uk'shisa idla ikhekhe uthule du (Idlikhekhe uthule du)
Ungabangi scefe ungak'bangi uk'shisa
Phaka phaka phaka Joe (Phaka phaka phaka)
No skyf

commence
Young Bun
Preferred one
Like the left tit
Ain't trippin' off no nigga
Ain't worried bout an enemy
Fat pussy energy
Don't nothing move til I say so
I

the mattress
You can see it 3D, fuck the glasses
No I ain't playing no tennis but I got some rackets
4Much I'm balling like Mr. Clean, I hit the mall and I fuck

blessed by an eskimo medicine man. It's cold.
Yes it's always cold, that's why it's so special.

So you better never ever call boy, just cause you saw