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I'm scared to leave my box
I'm scared to the house cause I'm watched by the bots 
I'm scared to get the loot cause I'm watched by my ops
But fuck it,

In a metal box
With wheels
That be screeching
Give a felon chills
The news speaks of youngins
With their melon spilled
Never bet against the night
Mean

remember waiting by the road across your office
In a scorching midday
"I'm right in front of you," you texted
I looked up and there you were, holding your

birth
And there she was
Flailing like a caught fish on a frosty metal table
In an off-white hospital gown
Her belly had
Swoll so big
It looked like she

of the bullet is indicated by a red flame.
AP incendary cartridges are used for destroying fuel, gasoline and for
destroying targets protected by thin armour

I'm a rebel
Society outlaw fight with truth over metal 
Bars

Freedom
Asking are we really free
We got common enemies 
Man I'm talking 
Freedom
Load

Choking on your vomit, metal box shoved down your throat
Sword-swallowing a chainsaw, puncturing your gut
Splintering agony
His dentures are clamped over

niggas can I take your order
I'm moving like I.C.E. you cannot cross the border
Whatchu say, hey now
In the wraith, better stay down
Who you are dependent

dynamics make you sick

Time goes by, and so goes your will
I feel like everyone is denying the thrill
Old made new but the replacement is due
The laws are

Pandora's box
A gift and a curse
Glasshouse boys
You can't get away with smaller rocks
You're clowns with monologues
Ha
It's too big
It's too strong
She says

The trendsetter
Live from the left end of the bell curve
Read a letter to my enemies
Said Run me your self-worth, I'll see you in hell
Words are

Bitch Smackin Killa

Project Pat

Murderers & Robbers

2000

wait until he leaves the house
Walkin' around his corner ride by and takin' him out
The box on the blocks police ride up on the scene
Witnesses saw

Organic Machine

2 Skinnee J's

Super Mercado

1998

We've got mounds of sounds so buy them by the pounds or ounces 
Countless are the pistons in this underweight V-8 
With a force like a tornado we

a start to panic brains get hijacked like plains are crash landin
bitch niggers the pray to the lord the blk the box
that was supposed to record the pilots

and mortals combine
Step through a portal rewind
I imported my body through time
Now it's time to go shine
I found my sense in a box
I was tense cuz' I only

I can tell you had a bad share of romance
And you ain't down with them one night stands
Men Are from Mars on your nightstand
I'm Prince Akeem Go

night just for fun
R.I.P all of my dogs who gone
I'm sorry you left by the gun

at your side
And luck it seems is just a tiny box, that holds a metal pick unlatching locks
That guard against the riddle so unfair, a teardrop on a noose

Sitting pretty; up on this perpetual pedestal
I come in to the booth; and proceed to just level dudes
Magneto flow: I'll show you what this metal do

talk to me and my mind go blank
Slit your throat, leave your body in a tank
Also by the way by tank I do mean barrel
I'm tryna smash Mr White's neighbor

what's the point in that
When you've got your pockets to keep them in
I'm not getting a big metal box
You know they’re just for squares
I'm keeping all

in the Brothers
This is music from the gutter like the Jedi Box Cutter
Gov'nor Metal Face the villain illest realest for you
Mind Violent By Design

there all the time
Don't want to fight no more
On this level, we are through
And I don't think it's true
That there's nothing we can do

Sitting here

Once the poles come out Glock take over
It don't feel real
Battle wounds let the metal fight like it's Real Steel
I got the assist bro ran him down