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on a track
Better buckle up your seatbelt 'cause we're coming pretty fast
Somebody asking why we care so much about the Bible facts
Tell 'em we share Jesus
time I'm buying
Give me a beat and you know ima flow
This one by Shy
Ion wanna get high today nooo-o
My turn got the right away oooh-oh
Feel like I might
Bars connect to the beat like EE,
If she look 4G, snap me,
I’m her zombie, she double tap me,
Feed her chocolate from my factory,
I’m no Angel though,
From the time I had to cut the rope
Zeptolab
Om Nom beats like it's cut the rope
Track like a runner
Cuz I bolt motherfuckers
Clouded vision upper
dose of fantasy
Medical fallacies, casual blasphemy, surrounding me doubters be acting like factories
Noise pollution from their voices and toxic
if you ain't ethered the cause,
king of applause (yay!) beats the garbage flood for ten(?),
porn king of newyork, alley punk perv scum,
waddle
So you know you got to go when tech n9ne give you this track
So I call on krizz, rittz and prozak, let's go!
(here we go again! haha! hey tech,
your future self make your whole life complete
Roll with the punches rock-rock to the beat
If anyone can tell you how awful it can be,
Why the fuck you
We the future, the rest of y'all should learn about it
Nube, I heard your beat I said that shit gettin' chewed
It make cats wild out and have chicks
listen
Part I I: "Just Saying" by Jeezy
20 20 vision, let my future form a distance
That's so Raven, Miyagi's a little different
(Mhm)
In my premonition,
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
to imagine, like Kanye West
Coming back from his fatal accident to beat making and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon'
race
but now it's decided by how many
pills crammed in yr face
you're looking at the Y generation
X looks to a future without fear
it's more to do
In the state of Mississippi many years ago
A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law
He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his
to the sun, I get harassed by the ton
Want to beat you for money son, I'll smack him for fun
I represent the east baby, that's where I'm from
I'll smoke you
Giant
[Metropolis]
Yo I'm that fly gringo that chicks love to deep throat
With tracks so hot, you'll pass out from heat strokes
I beat foes on both west
Rather talk about money than bitches, I'm all about cheddar, not chasing no bitch (No way)
This is that track for you niggas that think I'm soft cuz
Follow me leading cause I'm undefeated
I'm going for gold when I run up the track
Hop on beat and I make it a heater
I'm blowing up like if you gunning
wrote that track last night
That's right
If me and that nigga battle it'll be his very last fight
Ate him up down to the last bite, with maple syrup
A POEM FOR EVERY GAY. BLACK. FEMININE. MALE. Here’s our story...
On Nov. 2n d,
14-year-old Giovanni Melton was killed by his father Because he was
In the state of mississippi many years ago
Am em
A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law
Em g d
He saw his friend a hanging and his color
yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's
keep the beats dirty dusty
I grabbed the CB radio like, 10/4 good buddy
I'll keep running the track even when muddy 'cause my insurance
Don't cover
fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a fucking problem
With the future, you can get a death wish just like Atiba
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