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clothes
We been skating on these beats
Please don't compete you won't come close, sheesh
We them future legends, call the reverend save these foes
Cause we

Monty made the beat you got it on repeat
Word out on the streets is
Zero brought the heat
Monty made the beat this shit is on repeat
Zero bounce

the distance of my fucking future
Is a fucking sign saying death ahead, you fucking loser!
I'm going insane, this shit is fucked!
I have no skills you could

biz
I talk a lot of mess for someone new to the business
Folks ain't heard me yet, they gonna witness
That the future is
Black excellence
If you wrote

of liquors
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around getting stopped by the midgets now i
Had enough I'm finna put you six

to freefall before I take flight
Jottin down hot flows at midnight
Dawson passed the beat and I'm ready to have it ignite
When I'm cruisin and jammin don't need

Ha ha, yeah! I go by the infamous name of B-Eazy. Barge House! You may catch me flying down I-35, or rolling down I-20. And they always ask

Who dat?

making beats 

9 to 6

Focused on my elevation tryna politic

9 to 6 

But I'm smoking weed

Black making beats 

9 to 6

Focused on my elevation tryna

4 bangers a week
Then go flame on the beat maybe sang on the beat 
That's a triple threat ain't it my g
Any competition by my sight I
Drag 'em out

she ugly as f-"

Tired of looking back
Trying to look in tact
Tired of seeing money by the gram and losing track
Tired of cookie cutter friends they

why,
I'm not looking back, because I am back on my own track
Put your shoes on, let's go for a run,
move your feet, run to the beat,
come with me, just

on the beat
Just Juice on the feat, rest is Jakob Leichtman
Liquor, Addy, and weed, only law we abide by
Rap game Jack Black, Lil Lebowski, just some dudes who

flatten tracks
Till they match the Manhattan maps they're drafted on
I master songs like I was Ace engineering
Sorry, yo, for scarring your eye I'd hit your

Endalay

Busta Rhymes

Presents G.H.E.T.T.O. Stories

2002

the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I bang out beats by cars and ho stacks
Rap nigga puttin' out rock-n-roll tracks
Anything with wheels,

I sit in the back of the class
Can not slow down, I'm living too fast
Hop on the beat, I'm attacking this track
Mama told me to stop acting like that

Self-portrait
In case I'm six foot under before hitting my 30s
A record of some body nearly gone
Six foot under while still only a tween
'Cos of a mistake by

[Intro: Kris Prince]

6! 5! 6! 5! Bitch I'm 6! 5!
6 5, Kris Prince, Let's go!

[Verse 1]
Bitch I need my mask, I need my keys
I need my check, I need

I’m rocking 4, 5, 6, 7 m’s yea you know I can’t lie
Wrist like a glacier I put it on freeze I can’t stop telling the time
Beat that bitch throat in

Chokeslammed to the ground by God himself
I thought I told you to rap battle the em
Ugh can I have your attention please
Fan the fire of redemption

handle his bidness
Yeah
Spinnin on the track
Start spinnin
Bruh
Sometimes times movin by me
Sometimes times movin slow
Sometimes time reminds me
Sometimes

about the future, it's a clear plan
We found our calling, best get to it like a mad man

I chase dreams like a real man
I kill beats cause that's who I am

at twitch.tv/behindthatsuit
But the last track from the 24 free beats
Available on Mayor Penguin Music
This was all recorded in Montreal Quebec Canada
This that Montreal ish
Yo

Comin' quick, no repent yeah we some genus
This beat goin' hard, melody take me off to the stars
But you know me I won't stop now
Not when I got a future

like my stainless
To play by the rules
Eye for an eye we try
Dividing the future
Me and bredrins
Cruise on productions grip venom 
Leaving you unable