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They think they know who I am.
All they know is I love to kill.
Face down, dead on the ground.
Find me before another is found.
Words and Music by Alex

Lake Malawi chilling for a week
Ndikadzoka zvangu ndirimu cheek
Pastor told me turn the other cheek

I ain't got time no conflict
All I wanna see is

Labeled me heathen
Peep who's the savage now
Don't believe the sermon
or any word from the pastor's mouth
I'm only determined to keep the courage to cast

the Pastor fucken stopped me/ rude muckafucka see if I give offering/ can’t stomach my music/ I don’t know why I just talk about nuisance/ bullshit n what

a pastor or a bad skirt
It gets iller than mentals or maybe this instrumental
They tried to ask me how I rap but didn't ask for my credentials
Its not

mybroe
I bring life to the booth
Kill a mic when I recite the truth, ja
MC by trade
I let my rhyme play
From Saturday to Friday
I have to do it my way
Step

that you telling me
What does it take me to leave with a legacy
Crafted each letter by letter like spelling bees
Hold on to hope and call it my destiny

by a fraction
This denim gets soaked in the rain
Makе peace with the sourcе of the pain
Had to me tied to the tracks of the train
Big head like Mensis

Deep

OutKast

Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik

1994

D.E.E.P.

[Chorus: x2]

[Big Boi]
Well, you want me to get D.E.E.P., well then, I will
What? What will happen if you shoot that nigga and don't kill

my nigga's on road get your racks up
Always fucking up the flow please catch up
Catch me rocking a robe like I'm a pastor
Nigga's do it for show
You

to space
Take her to NASA
Want me to beat it up I can go faster
I give her no bread cause I am no FASFA
These bitches they worship me like Ima pastor
I'm

You need to shut up when I'm speakin
Any given Sunday bitch I'm fresher than the deacon
Fresher than the pastor and the preacher I be preachin
These

much you give me put for bag
Chairmen wan kill me with advice for Waff city
You drop bar which one be why i nor dey soundcity
I just dey push myself

still be
Able to feel me
Even if I'm not talkin about tryin 2 kill me
The king of darkness can no longer conceal me
This could be my last sad song hopin

of roulette
Your album don’t sell now you major in debt 

I come out the woodwork to kill em all
Listen really you should work
Go get involved 
I ain’t tryna

clout   
To get them lil likes on IG
This ain't for the weak hearted
Ain't for scared 
This ain't for the people who ain't Like me
I need folks by side

said you never wanted cancer
So do you want me
I know it isn't much but girl I got it by my lonely
Was waiting for a queen like you to hold me!
I wrote

doubt me 
I might leave the county 
Got me as a bounty 
I'm feeling surrounded
By all these fake actors 
U come to my block better pray to your pastor 
I

I'm so anti-social, often by my solo
Smoking on a pre-roll
Whipping up sum magic
Need sum mo', dollars like Aloe
My baby walking
He need shoes

on runways but not out of fear
Drip 'til we run but we won't shed a tear
Watch me kill this shit
Oedi tape it, like, is this shit real? (this shit real)
Where

backugan
Body to badt tì gan
Voice in me tó radical
Body badt tì gan
Her body badt tì gan
She want sabbatical
Fún mi ni like pastor
Her body too sweet like

nightly like Spike Lee
Let me break it down

I been having a maid since the 8th grade with a fade
Rapping by the swings
And the bell never really rings

Big bro had told me I get lethal 
I was serving n***as on the block when it was peaceful
All of a sudden n***as kill for what they believe in

name
Like you wouldn’t kicking it with me
I’m quick to hawk a nigga down and go to church the same day
Pastor say God forgive you if you kill
I’ll prey