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ain’t asking for a lot
Just a little bit of love
And yo dress all black
And we fucking off the drugs

Knew before
The L train
Closed
We better catch a cab

Desert Queen

Sister Sin

Black Lotus

In the witching hour
Comes a rider in black—cold through and through 
Enslaves by desire
Just like a drug, she´s consuming you slow 

You can’t love

adept,
To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,
And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled,
Like a candle-flame where salt is sprinkled
And ere three shrill

feet
Kapeesh?
I defy the feat by defecating on beat
Fuck how you feel i've got an oral fixation
With spitting liquefied razors
So ill that they cut

inhale
No telling where we might go
Ride slow even if it’s in my hood
All good as long as the lights off
Good night if it end with a backwood
Black hood in

red hot
Everybody asking me how I make it like that
Wearing thousand dollar fits, yeah I'm dressed in all black
Always spending my checks and I make it

never do it for statistics but there's no discussion
A thousand streams under a month my boy you gotta love it
Gotta love it
I feel like I'm Jardani

JOHN MADDEN
Clay Raw on the Track
LLRTK BITCH
Ok hold up, let me get to spazzin
In the trap I'm calling plays like I'm John Madden
1000 bitches in my

I was made for this I swear it
My veins are filled with all this musical talent
Or maybe I'm just infected by desire
To step on the ladder climb

to go and rise again
But I know that I try my best
I feel like that I am hell sent
Nice but I have my extents
A mad hatter
Black hatter
Slow climb yet

I hop inside my whip
Watch me the juju dash
I just spent a couple thousand on a Moncler
All my haters in the back, they say it's not fair
I just

school rap
Within the Pythagorean harmonics crowds
I move that
Whos that? The one who rocks this
Mic and a thousand others
For further evidence
You can

homies use to tell me that she was no good
But I'm da manic in black
N-O-R's ease whores
So I figga niggas wouldn't fuck with mines
Guess what I got caught

the black
Burban in matt
Tinted burgundy Mac
Red dot stock drum
30 attached
Hits after hits so cold still
Burning ya track
Tennessee whiskey whole
Bottle

out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty

It was all a dream, I wanted to make it big
Wanted to freestyle with Pac, or rock a stage with B.I.G
Inspired by Em on Up I'm Smoke; my favourite gig

thug boys
You niggas need a hug
Fill them up with slugs
Fuckin' with us
Will Get You kidnapped And
Duct taped
Surrounded by niggas in black masks and AKs

Voices

Mystik Journeymen

Worldwide Underground

1999

tight, see me catching flights 
At the international terminal, where you don't go 
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped 
And tripped by mic

jeans 
You like the Weekend I fuck wit the Dream
Put it right there where you say you gon cream
I luv the taste so put that on my lips
I'm acting up off

a nigga lack
Poppin shit loose trigger no strap
Only reach in my bag fo da racks
Bought some new heels cuz this week I want fogo
Copped a New wig and lip

Mamí ima tell you like this
Ion like songs that ain't lyrically enticing
I done had the drip so long Santa Barbara IV
Slightly rockin' custom merch

a knock ya lips off
And yo baby momma gone suck his dick off
This life in the trench get drench even if sun out
Granny keep the kids inside they can come

that she yo girl I hit her wit that stroke
My nigga killa when it comes to killin that nigga a pro
Catch you outside when we drive by you get shot (fye)

From Then Till Now

Killah Priest

Heavy Mental

1998

Guns, shootouts and crack sales
Black males who pack jails, trapped in hell
No peace, cold streets, surrounded by po-lice
This whole week,