Lyrics:
it's seven ten mother fucker
Cause I'm always burning that pen's oil
Like a Ford Mustang
I'm floored by the shit that goes on
Inside my brain but I know
died a thousand deaths
When I resurrect, through my first born, my name lives on
My verses is like a third degree to young emcees
Buzzworthy on your
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
sons healthy but I'm retarded
Let's take a second for the dearly departed
I don't play by the rules I break them it don't stop
Life or death got
black-owned business
My recent tabs show 10 bed and bathroom flats off Flat Shoals for rent
And jobs on Indeed that pay 10,000 a second
I passed on the grad
Better get out of my way
Unless you wanna meet your death
I'll beat your head in
Can't you see all this XP I'm gettin'?
From every single PVP session I'm
with my full proof plan
All the other avenues that
We tried was blocked
So it's time to put in work
With the 10 milli Glock and in no time flat
Had
the man in me
Know my death would be a tragedy, I changed rapidly
The power of your majesty, no school in my academy
My academics you can gladly see, with
scared in the worst way
like a savior on the third day, I rise
Chorus:
"feel my aura, just around death's corner"
(Rise!) Rise!
(repeat 4X)
The actual
piece
While I covered three, playin' nickel, doin' safety reads, watch the flats
I can rap, but I rather tackle and pedal back
Get a pick when my
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
Sometimes you gotta take a sacrifice (Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga)
In your love life (D Hill)
If you want the riches and the ice, yeah, yeah
matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!
[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I'm not talking
matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!
[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I'm not talking
see is you fading, fading further away
Ten by Ten, my home again, I swore that I'd never be here again
A second chance is all I could hope for
Did I do
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
the graveyard
Spar in the same ring
Now it's house by the building
Where Malcolm X was slain
I spring train in the winter
Round early December
Run suicide drills
enemies that's RIP only tactic
But if by chance we kill each other our souls'll go at it
See I'm doggin' the triple six it's death bt the sword
I told satan
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
foundations to leave you drowning and waving
We're just bait for the next stage in the manifestation of the hex, sex and death of the pyramid x-ray
The Centre
guy
you gettin high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eye
Youse a menace, your brain cells finished
Begging forgiveness, calling that
ace
You're being replaced by a stranger
I injure, and escape like a ninja
You got struck by a fucking revenger
A bullet inserted in your head,
the script sticks
In and out in 30 seconds, we make sure the licks quick
We got it, we got it
She got it, she got it
And didn't park by the hydrant
Think
first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
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