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mufuckin way, the youngest poppin you niggas and droppin you niggas, air this whole place out to put a stop to you niggas.
You don’t want problems with no
real motherfuckers, and I be hood Dre
I'm Tabius Tate, I'm like Will Smith
I'm a fresh price, and I fill banks
(Look, look)
Four-fours and big Glocks,
pierces
On what I once called home
Strangled by my decisions
This place is not safe anymore
The sickness growing within me
Making my lungs freeze
Where
locked when Ornn be stepping
Might bear a bird for my brethren
Peep all these tools that Ornn'll mend
Might black on will cause Ornn a smith
Rage in a war
go, now
It is the Midnight Maurader on the scene
Geographically earthed in a place called Queens
I was formed with my principles, way I displayed
When I
I know it may seem that I don't care
Baby hold my cart, while I gasp for air
Experienced something more than death
It showed me I can live without
Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen
To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country.
I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall
Where
[Monoxide Child:]
I Grew Up In A Place Called Hell
Way Down Deep Were The Evil Likes To Dwell
You Can Smell All The Trouble In The Air
But Its
screen is a psychotic scene
And it's all done with mirrors and green
My agent just called, the talks have been stalled
I soon will be pulled from
to take a breath
Everyday is a step
And every step is a victory stomping the head of misery and
Will I make it? Man thats the question of mystery
This place
Next in line
The only way out is through it
It's by design
Ever been to rock bottom
A place you'll never see
Flowers or people ever blossom
Need
be gone by the end of the century, which will hinder the movement of nuclear energy unless they build that, um, greeter plant
While that is true, uh,
Today, I will walk into the Civic Auditorium
As a 17-year-old high school graduate
And walk out-
"Name?" The man's grating voice
Cuts through my reverie
do to deserve this place
Jesus said he had a great heart but he pushed me away
When I called him by his name all he did was disobey
He believed as long
they remember me
You follow fashion
with rap, Im passionate
gimme the vibe
Get jiggy with it like will smith Ryhming the rhymes
Money
on my mind, but
the choruses
Everything that made you whole
Everything that broke your heart
Whatever called you by your soul
And piece by piece took you apart
Every spark you
swaying
The bird gets the worm so I'm up in the AM
Gotta crack a case in a place called Peaks
Where the lights all blink
And your outlook's bleak
Got a lot
The minimum will blame 'em
The average nigga got the word
Spinnin' in they chambers
The average nigga raised by
The average nigga, aye
It's the average nigga
and, with legs dangling, they fall asleep
If one places a minute amount of liquor on a scorpion
It will instantly go mad and sting itself to death
Temple of the tabernacle
Of the testimony
Opened in heaven
Gathered them
Together to a place
Called Armageddon
Mount Meggido
Voice saying seven
Temple of the tabernacle
Of the testimony
Opened in heaven
Gathered them
Together to a place
Called Armageddon
Mount Meggido
Voice saying seven
pain
But
I gaining shit
Shit ain't fair
I'm a prince
Living in bel-air
Living in my head
My speed so fast
Energy so low
I don't know my mass
No MC equal
always was the quiet type never started nothing
I was born in the Ville never run never will
Never had to leave my house to my earn no stripes
I don't real
the face
I started at a young age but like fine wine
I seem to only be getting better with time
I lay bar for bar like brick by brick call me Will Smith
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