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to the Spanish but now it is our own 
We made makina better by adding a microphone 
these tunes are amazing and for mcs are ideal 
Makina music an mcing sounds so

tell it for me

Under God's grey skies
My lyrics is like Bible, made to save lives
In the midst of all your misery nigga, stay fly

Uh, it's do or die my

about what the people saying
Educate myself make sure my spirit elevating
Everyday I'm writing lyrics
I make it captivating
When I'm stressed
I hit my

me to keep going
Keep makin lyrics and keep flowing
Now my music keep going up yeah we blowing
Yeah we going to the top
All these haters ain't gonna

I remixed it after that
Play it smart I want em gone
These is lyrics but they facts
Headshot get em gone we gon
Get em off the map
Double G ima

(Yeah, yeah)

If I'm liking it I'm keeping it
I'm dying with my lyrics
This is my reality I believe in it
I'm feeling it not dreaming it
I'm living

You sing my songs but can't pronounce my name
On these lyrics you pop that fucking head
Stop me if I'm wrong but years ago you said I was lame
Now

the lyrics
We know you weren’t the one who went and did it
Giving it a couple years cos I’m one a kind
I built my buzz, I’m light years ahead of my time

It's bizarre, I'm a master, hah
Cause another massacre
Copping with a MasterCard a faster car
Tuatara, if you gonna compare, is by far a bare

these visions it's an understatement when placed on a paper
And made to be lyrics
Lyrics were written with fire and blood
I'm guessing by now you should

Yeah, EWALK just ran a whole 26 miles
Cook up for days we got lyrics in piles
Walk in the bank and I'm greeted with smiles
Sauce any beat with

And by the time my family is asleep
And gingerhead is on my bed
Staring at me with his glassy eyes
I play my silly songs, after the TL is read
I play

I fall in her
Then I tell timber
But I'm here to see
My dreams come to fruition
Cause I know that I'm a spitter
That's the way I wet my whistle
Is by

Time flies by when you're trying to have fun
It's my time to run
Run away from home
Got a whole K in a week I'm a rockstar
Got a bad AC let's take

a fucking giant
Loved in the city by OGs
And on the quiet
When my shit was on a diet
You still thought I ate
Ten-grand or 100gs
Kept my shit the same
Money

Love it when you make a song like this
And it sound like this
So elevated
So elevated
Lyrics to the top so we take the elevator
So elevated
Love it

I woke up 'bout quarter past five
Writing all these lyrics tend to spill into my mind
I see the demons dancing in the night
Let them take my hand

to tell
You that I'm funky fresh
And Sly & Robbie simply is the nation's best
We must come (together)
Boogie Down Productions on the
Funky fresh lyric
Sly

Lyrics, strategies, acting jobs
Lovers, friends, houses, etcetera, that is available to me 
And by listening to the Creator within 
I will be led through

Them
Ima be the rawest, let my lyrics
Talk it all instrumentals know that I'm walk them

I'm the realest known I was Destined to kill it
Try to run but

we get another track
And I love it when my homies show me rappers from my hood
And I'm thinking I could write better lyrics with my foot
I am out here

Talkin' my 'ish, got your thot and she slurpin'
I be in the stu, I ain't ever do trappin'
Lyrics are genuine, I don't do cappin'
They said I couldn't do it

rhythm numb my brain, and your lyrics ease the pain
That slithers sad and slow and rots the soul inside me

Now John, he's down from Dallas, where he left

khashom a lot
Lyrics are simple bl7eq ra westhom quote
Ktaba ra ktaba ki werqa ki bloc note
Glorious jab lwin w ntuma ghir des bots
Mashi rap ki modric hadi