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& forth with my demons
You Don't need to get involved
Still got niggas switching like seasons
Were heading into fall
Got my wheat timbs on
Stick by my polo

you're a year older
I guess it was harder than it seemed
Retarded don't honor your mind state
Must be toking that Spice laced
This bitch's diss left me

Enter the beef 
If you wanna catch case 
 
Still show love 
When niggas pack face
Swag so sharp “Omo”
E Dey cut face 

Milli by a minute 
Tell me when U

Who you know
I don't got no friends
I'm like a guage on the shelf
I stay in my room and
Play games by myself
At call of duty
You don't stand a chance

Ouh you wanna go harder
This is just the starter
Ouh feeling dirty
Want some controversy
Looking in his eyes
Give him suga give him spice
Now he's in

stop dream chasing
Spice on top icing
Just a block kid
Here into artistic stuff
Money flick sick drippin
Safe but we aint
Block entrance shoulder look

Neighbour's dogs wake me up
I don't mind cause I'm anyway too late
All I need is one hot cup
Prepare the kids and they're out the door by eight

Deconstructed, I'm piping hot, boy, heat the oven
Never mind my alter ego posing as an evil puppet
Samurai sword rusted, fuck it till I kick

We used to cherish all the greatness
We used to love our creatives
We used to praise innovators
And get wowed by entertainers
We used to push

White washed just like rice is
Food for thought hard to digest just like spices
Carolina reaper schovillile unit type of crisis
Hot Boy baby like I'm

with my shall (Marshall)
Everything is not shady
I'm Ascii
Music is to be murdered by Technique
and that matters (Methers)
I'm sick with the pad n pen

(Where you at?)
Y'all already heard me once, now let's make it twice
My bars never bland nah, I got all the spice
Throwin' subs, wanna get it? We

I’m fit, I fit in nowhere no crowd can hold me I won’t jump I’ll sit

Confidence when I use my Feat, I’m so good at spitting like hell, that I don’t

The Cause

Inspectah Deck

Uncontrolled Substance

1999

with fine tunin'
Duel of the Iron Mic bound to spark fusion
Movin' at the speed of light, nice at what I'm doin'
Drop it in ya brain like spice

U.C.P.A.S.

The Coup

Steal This Album

Or a bomber droppin napalm from way high? 
We long live, but sometimes we got ta die 
The whole world's about to bow man, that ain't no lie 
You betta find

from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies

the head
Right through my pillow right through my bed
Russian roulette with one in the mag
All by myself man that's a drag
With a bottle to share with my

that don't already have a mans
Shakin ass up in my face that bitch she got me in a trance 

I been takin breaks I ain't been droppin like used to
I'm

coming up ain nobody gave me a hand
Weren’t responding my texts now they hitting me back
I don’t need a feature
Man I’m good by myself yeah
They wanna

It's like that
Himmy
I'm Michael Jackson bad
All the players to the front and all the suckers to the back man Hurry up
GGUSM type shit man
Get money

to the bands, don't let these fuck niggas fuck up your plans
Hot lines, yeah nigga I got em
Weak rappers, yeah you never gon' find em
Real niggas, man it's so

I'm gon do by myself 
Me and yung kir don't need nobody else
Shoot from long range but don't call me no steph
He bleeding out better check on his health

I, I Can't be stopped 'cause I got it on lock
And I spit a bullet with a click clock of a Glock
I got the lyrics that have been sought by
Many, but

Cant stunt and still get annoyed
By what I say or what i do

Im just being zico
Man get stressed when im on they show
Cuz I shut shit down in toon