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super soak
Pistol Pete meet Bazooka Joe, I'm Rufio
To the pack, locked in a lab, my studio tan
Got my face white as Kabuki's with a nose full of brat

Intro:
Aye turn me up nigga. Look. Yeah.

Verse1:
Boy you don't know what you up against
Imagine if New Jack rose from the grave and touched a pen
I

back into an open casket
So your dad can get the last look at seein' what happened
I'm even bad or even worse than Jeffrey Dahmer, Jack the Ripper,

with this bank roll
They think I'm soft, don't think what you don't know
Until the death of me, FOE is the fucking code
Big bro get the ride family by

you flat just to jack you
Feel this in my arteries
This life it's been a part of me
Conditioned by environment anxiety been harming me
Heart begins

secrets don't nobody know
Selling the features they come by the low
And with every sell a piece of my soul
Break a hoe down I bring out the pole
And beat

a woman and
That woman is Jack Harlow
Just kidding it's me and
This line is sponsored by Target
I'm lowering the bar baby limbo
I write for lower back tats

step on your pretty face.
And when I'm through with you, I'll forget you like you were nothin'!

(Dialog: Celph Titled and J-Zone)
(J-Zone:) Hahaha

Do or Die

Brownside

West Coast Rap, Vol. 1 [P.R.]

1996

Brown motherfucker with the master plan
So you better not slip, 'cause I'm lookin for a jack
So if you putos see me coming, loco go for your gat

[Chorus]

Carousel

Flobots

Noenemies

2017

green spark, twinkle shining from my phone
I don't know what I'm searching for, but why not
Wishing on a star, my hands are white hot
Now I've got all

the taxis pass me by 
I'm back in New York, I'm back where I belong
to stand underneath an incandescent sky

I want to dance with you on cobblestones

nigga H to the dizzy
Pressure and strifes, them wanna take my whites
But these jaw jacks and hood cracks
Will make you break some bizacks
What you

whacked po’po’ coming through shit we don’t know jack boys 13 years old serving that crack 16 years old pushing that lac 19 years old got off track now they

the jack got me feeling fantastic
Tappin the dance floor like morse code
But it's more so for the soul gold turned to plastic
Umbrella for the rain cover

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos

Everybody

'Cause I'm in it with artillery most these spitters are half breed
I'm just sitting in my seat watching the world go by like it's half speed
Planting my

Que nada me traspase, estado mentál Gore tex
Está por verse, que a dos de tres intentan convencer al condenser
With my crew, going back to the origin

Now I don’t really care about nothing
But money like I sat on these racks 
And it’s back to the boom bap past
Like Samurai Jack
Classic like Vanna White

Check it
We out in cali, chillin in this alley
'Bout to smoke this jack, never not a black
Half white, that's a fact
When I spit it I rip it, it's so

Queensberry Rules

Gallows

Grey Britain

2009

No money for a funeral.
'Til you sell your story out to the world.
Hoods up, knifes out,
"Protect ya neck"
With no remorse and no respect.
And for

Oh the shark babe has such teeth dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack knife has old Macheath babe
And he keeps it out of sight

You know

Drinking fireball by the fireplace
Don't need mistletoe to make out with your face
Out front we got Jack Frost sipping White Claw
Did

like it or not
You try to jack what I got
I'll bust ya ass on the spot
Come try me
Song Lyrics
I see you aint hard with out ya boys huh?
Hold on HOE!

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