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I’m the underbelly
Not seen by many
And the lies you tell me
Question their own fate
I’m holding it together
With a string and a feather
And the life

Geto Boys and Girls

Geto Boys

Greatest Hits [Screwed and Chopped]

2002

Old enough to do my own thang, got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie Short Dawg to slide me a track
Went

Geto Boys and Girls

Geto Boys

Greatest Hits

2002

Old enough to do my own thang, got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie Short Dawg to slide me a track
Went

the tales of my own sin
When I can't stop the fight I'm in
cnd scarlet spreads once more

This is the pain that feeds
The rot inside
c poison and a creed
My

am gonna write my own

Creed life

Verse 2
Materials walk away

They are not worth your freedom

The money comes and goes

You're selling your freedom

a brave new world
And I'm new in town
Nothing will get me down
But what I see with my eyes
Disappointment rises to my mind
Everything I own is in a small

won't prove they exist,
And let others rejoice with my vision dismissed.
Create my own Eden, with death on display,
Empyrean creed, the infallible way.

forth by the screams of my enemies
I am the plague that shall grace you with an early grave
Exterminate - bring you all into damnation
In an orgasmic rush

Yeah, iced out, flow so dope, I'm like a drug ring
Broke the cycle of addiction to recovery
Be my own boss, flex out my draws
Made my own clause, no need

One by one they throw us
In the line up

Fuck all the cops
And the judges, the lawyers
The D.A. and politicians too
Prison for profit
They lock up

a seed
I have to go get it by any means, my life filled with bad deeds
Feds still tryna proceed, locked on my own no homies
Soulja on my own, no code D,

Fresh off the Garden picked by my mama
You rappers getting rotten you need some manure
I dont wear designer clothes Im comfy in Pyjamas
I dont really

of our success?
Well, I think it had to do
With a basic American’s Creed
Perhaps it never passed a pioneer’s
Lips in this form, but if it had I think he

I am bit of a nervous wreck
Like a victim of the restless night
This is a hostage situation
Chained up by the twisted mind
Still I'm
Drinking my own

and you def ain't slick
I'm inspired by that Ja Rule shit
The rude cruel shit Yea the old school shit
But I'ma do it in my own way the new rule shit
I might

I can’t hold my own
I won’t hesitate to pull the heater out though and what do you know?
You’ve never seen my show, so who are you to tell me that I

minimize a meaning

Im the son of Fred Hampton repping my panther breed 
Serve the hood improve the youth and live the panther creed 
Never be the type

the weight that falsely portrays my grin
Just another case of alienation
So I play Best Friends by you and Kristoff Krane and then
Feeling somewhat sane
Before

tool. Three printers
Large boxes of Kallisti's belongings
All the clothes I own now fit hanging on a short rack by the sink

Papers someone else thinks

I Am Vengeance

Naglfar

Sheol

forth by the screams of my enemies
I am the plague that shall grace you with an early grave
Exterminate bring you all into damnation
In an orgasmic

Scattered through my mental
Acoustics in my chamber
Just endanger instrumental
Fundamental rhythms are symbols
Of eternal power get devoured by my infinite

in ya favor and that's fine by me
Any rapper on stage pick a fight with ya man, and I'm a show you 
I'm a thriller with this mic in my hand 
(I get

home
Having dinner with my fam, that's no time for a photo
There for my cuz, cause his dad cut his own throat
Seems I'm surrounded by death now
Feels

confines of own head
come n live inside my mind
yeah real prison time
Nothing left to fate, I paved my own way
I did evil things...for evil men...
So when I