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sensitive pussies n you seem to follow long
Offended by something I may say or do
Two Caucasian ass middle fingers in the air for you
First amendment states I

and I am The creature, did a whole album I Don't need a feature
This is my class and I am the teacher, This is my church and I am the Preacher
Hanging

A short life and carreer
Front of punk spreading fear
Your name will never be forgotten
Given by your friend Johnny Rotten
All was so decadent

at the world
I got my grass green

And it's that simple
It's that simple right there
Right in front of you
This album ain't for your eyes it's for your ears

from my Google Classroom one more boring day I have to zoom
Turn on the heater then pour a cup of coffee but it should be tea, 'cause
I'm trying to live

of them might stick around for my funeral
But swear y'all gon' be itchin' for my post-humo
Albums, all I think about, what they did, what I can
Just a man,

I’ve been killing beats since when I was 19
Built a reputation for myself this is my scene
Don’t fuck with my green no touching my queen
Life is

Let me see, let me see
How should I start
If I say stop the violence, I won't chart
Maybe I should write some songs like Mozart
'Cause many people

Me, I got on my grind and see I had a son
We used to smoke weed and
Knock money by the tons
This was way before we was playin' with guns
And ain't no

Hey, these are the days and times
When people get away with crime
A bearer has been born and about to be reborn
Put him on, hehehe.. Put him on!

Not a day goes by shawty
Without you on my mind shawty
??
I wanna see whats under there

[Kanye]
When you see the picture cut off the face
Now cover up

here to stay 
Drinking to much I been stuck in a haze
You bitches is fake I can tell by your face
Smoking this green now I'm in a daze
I was on Earth

This is a RJ-D2, Justus League production
Brought to you by Phonte, DJ Flash
Rapper Big Pooh and

Sick fluin' you, breakin niggas
Electric Boogalo,

50 Years

All Natural

Best of Underground Hip Hop

2000

Now fifty years down the line, we gon' all look back
And say that hip-hop, in 1995 was wack
But then we gots it back on tracks
And by the year

and still be fake
You once was green 
Now your shade blue
As you can see hundreds change too
They say Danny don't let money change you
I been me
Who would I

them all

I really couldn't see you with me
You are too damn cute
I saw you as a queen
Girl you so perfect by any standards 
Sorry for my manners
But I

us back again and again and again and again
There's just no moving past her
She leads me to green pastures
In a day dream she created there
She made

used to moonwalked just like him
My first idol, used to want his music on vinyl
The day he died I cried and I'm almost still in denial
I used to wanna be

to the test
Real in the flesh, standing straight and I'm sponsored by faith
I separate from the fake in the specialest way
Forever drain by the way, put

nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney

these days, they ain't goin' by the books
Proceed with caution, if you're not
You're lost in these fucked up times they
Have no remorse in
Get twisted,

bullshit
Win win win win win
Yeah win win win win
Yeah days what I'm about
Bitch fuck yo squad my squad run it now
Bitch

Sour diesel all you smell
By my

FDB [Remix]

Young Dro

FDB

broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem

Wait! Fuck that bitch

and green. That energy? When I see it every year? Overwhelms me. It's my favorite.
There's another mark of the season for me that you can't even see with your