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Kind of hard to say
But you are insane
Nigga keep ur lane
Cause you might just fade
Bitch get this straight
I don't judge by rate
You can
kill you for one cent
You gon' run quick soon as the gun spit
I have no words for niggas who think that they drum kicks
When they hi-hats and snares,
of my liver
But 24/7 us man are on waves
Grew up on the grime street just like Kane
Sounds from the ends drive me insane
Had to come home quickly for
by the gun
The gun may put u to rest
I'm seeking money at the cost of sanity but not my family
Cuz part of me knowing about me is staring back at me
in the sun (let 'em get it)
Get your gun when the moon fall (get your gun)
Soon to tell the goons meet the ghost by the pool hall (meet me)
'Cause
Why they worked so hard to get by
And live life for ten years free, and then die
I can't take that lie cuz I won't get by
It's my story, I'm writing
are stocked
Please
I need a minute to breathe
Can't say I know what you're going through
But just know that I'm here for you
I been down and out
all away
Who dares, they have a gun
Nothing more to say
Risk it for no one
Gotta find a way
Grafitti Park
KK: Look! There! A sign for
Drink by myself, hanging in the lobby
Dream about getting paid
Never that, I be
Thinkin bout words
On my craft, no hobby
Lifestyle for the monk
Zion"
To be reborn lets you be scorn by the ways of the wicked
Who pillage our communities and natural resources for profit
He said "My children, each
been wrong
But one thing's for sure it really fucked his head up
Where is it who is it how is it was it right
These are the things he thought in bed
and I feel alright
It's all cause I haven't closed them
For a god damn 56 nights
You told I'm insane and I know that
My thoughts are killing my mind
You
are even breathing cuz I'm
Leaving for a season and breezing through the mohegan
Seizing evens and odds, believe it ends are the means
The sins of idi
Stepped in real you know I don't pretend
Big mandem put the Kala for the chest
Dabu them like gun modu and ESS
Stepping to me is a felony
Ni**as they hating
Ding Dung, Ding Dung
Woo, Ooh. Ooh
The Black Grinch Street Rhymes
La, La, La, La, La
The Black Grinch Street Rhymes
T Crooked R U
The Black
in your eyes.
We scream for those who can't.
Cause humankind let you keep your gun,
but took away their lives.
All to protect you and I
from being
Got stopped by the cops
They like wh-wh-what's in the bag
I told em it's hunnids on hunnids on racks
I told em it's multiple multiple bands
Walked in
or dead, always ahead, fed by your dread
Always ahead, as the blitzkrieg rages on
Breaking morale with the the sound of blazing guns
First in the line
or dead, always ahead, fed by your dread
Always ahead, as the blitzkrieg rages on
Breaking morale with the the sound of blazing guns
First in the line
suck dick, but expect for me to eat her?
That ho crazy, man, you don't wanna meet her
But her homegirl, Nita, swallow cum by the liter
She look good
a evil grin
I'm an emporer not a King
Body parts hidden in a bin Your legs are binding
Tied up I'm on a binge Poison Your syringe
Ph.D. Of rap
I win!
By
it)
I was responsible for killin' John Candy
Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my '98 Camry
I don't give a fuck who you are
I'll shit on anybody, truly yours
soldiers and troops
If you not ducking then you are a goose
None of my people are rats and snakes
Live by the motto whatever it takes
I got the power like
grinned and bowed
Made him dig his own grave at the point of a gun
While he laughed to the gods out loud
And it made me want to jump... out a window
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