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or preach a sermon
Then turn on a separate song
I just black out and hop on these tracks back to back
With more gas than a Gresham road Texaco and let em know

scuffin' me (me)
No you won't see where I might be (mmh)
Might be low key (mmh)
But I'll be free
I'ma be real not a bad kid
Never got banned from the back

This Is How We Do It

Mis-Teeq

Lickin' on Both Sides [Japan Bonus Tracks]

2001

The party's here on the West side
So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up
Designated driver turn the keys to my truck
Hit the shore 'cause I'm faded
Guys in

Automatic rap addict savage
Holographic track classic daggers
Tomahawks and black hatchets hacking
Merciless verses dynamic and rapid
Back at it wack rappers

living in the Black Sea (Black Sea)
Like a package they try to track me (What?)
Don't expect no responses if you @ me (No tweet beef)
My life so perfect
If

it
Lamno dip low but ain't no need to lift it
I got a bitch but low-key I hate it
But it's okay get more hoes when I'm taken
Black and white diamonds

the fiend's.
Game over when you pull up in the Land Rover.
All black top grittier than baking soda.
Pull out your key's and let's head for the road,
Until we

a bird
Niggas ain't got drive, like me they reverse
Niggas know better than to give me a whole a verse
On the track takin off is my sole purpose
Tryna take

Uh, uh, yeah
You got Black Pope in the building
Representing for the Inland Empire from California
You got Serenity representing

In the building for

all over the tracks
Spitting actual facts soon as the originator was Black
From Buffalo to Tupelo we tryna break from the trap
You should read

my eyes on the plaques
When writing these tracks it's bigger than the whites and the blacks
Enlightening facts, keys that are unlocking the mental

money fueled by greed
I was dolo wildin' on tracks, I proved my breed
Before the Detrimental team popped up on the scene
When it was about skills, now

it on the cardiac
In the wall by the thumb tacks
Grab his money stack throw it in the back of the 
Black Pontiac wit the crack in the gunnysack
Pop

me I meet his ass in his state
Break his face then throw up the rakes and then skate
All the speed let it begin
Spreading my ends in black shops

don't need to rest 'til I'm dead, my G
OmenXI I I, black shirt, black jeans
If you know me, gotta keep it low-key
Sleep through the day
In the night when

Lil nigga' I'm dope (um-humn), like a pound or a key (yep), so shut the fuck up and listen to me, see, we gonna make a killin' stackin' money

my oculars blazed, a candy apple glaze
Still dapper, yeah the rapper named D. Black way out back, where the track by Scott Stapp play
I'm spittin'

of people sayin' that C L E O was pretty wack
And soon enough my boy caelix is gonna hijack
And by then you'll agree that we're back like Kodak Black
If

Peep the brush strokes on the canvas
The whereabouts or about the style I use
Lack clues like Atlantis
Smack a dude
Bet his eyes black or blue

dday
Dday, dday, dday anzac boys goin' to war like its Dday

We put apac on the map
Made roads where there were no tracks
Got our own backs, we saw

on the West side
So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up
Designated driver take the keys to my truck
Hit the shore 'cause I'm faded
Honey's in the street say,

bussing I’m breaking the backend
I’m pulling in pulling her tracks in
Lean in the mix got me lagging
A fool with this sh*t ain’t no slacking
Codeine I’m

Password safe they don't know my line
Your ting text back man she coming over
Half goat, demigod, hooves like Grover
The gang drive by in the all black Rover

nigga's shine like that reflects on you
Black magic on the track, putting a hex on you
Like, Voodo, running from my magic
You don't want no static with them