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evaded by the truth...so I live in recluse
Still tryin' to form the bonds with my grandaddy son
Still tryin' to trace the land that my grandaddy from
Still

SHRAP!
Commisioner Gordon rock on
Tony Touch y'all rock on
Kid Capri yeah rock on
DJ Kenny Coffin yo rock on

Verse 1:

In 199-sess, KRS is in his peak-in

and fall asleep
Make it up and go to sleep
Make it up and fall asleep
Make it up and go to sleep
Kenny Pyro lived and died
By the flame, He was so paranoid

a boyfy but he ain't no goalie
Take on his whole team I score by my only

I'm moving too fast
Never moving slow
Came for the money
And I'm stacking up

teeth 

I'll pray for you my son
Cos by him you've not yet been judged
Cos nobody can say no to the amount Monsieur Clavier gave
And only Father martin

you for shit
It ain't no time to waste gotta get to the cake
Diamonds frosty like tony they wet like a lake
Love for all of my bruddas I know they gone

a beauty on me shone,
And my parents doted upon me, I being their only son.
My father bound me to a trade in Waterford's fair town,
He bound me to a cooper

Resurrection

Public Enemy

He Got Game

1998

for a label switch
They psych it I put the roof up on top of this bitch
Guess what like tony ?
They forgot I used to ? around that clock
 
Lord

getting to that money at banks they be friendly 
The world it is mine I tell it what to give me 
Freak bitch wanna fuck she like Tony come get me
By myself

keep them ones on me.....started getting racks by my lonely.......know a b**** name Montana....and she coking like tony.....everyday she getting

Seems we got ourselves a standoff
This 44 will blow your head off
I'm Tony Romo with the handoff
Then I disappear like Gandalf
Wavey hooks and my

could son you by one-uppin' you, that's just not what I'm bout (Okay)
I'm bout better livin', better houses, better days livin' wit my spouse (Shee)

You

of my Haitians
(Sak Passe)
Jump out on yo' block and go crazy
(go crazy) (Uh)
Ran up a hunna' sumn' racks by myself
No label, no cosign you know im

Sunday Afternoon

Bobby Brown

Forever

1997

Sunday AFTERNOON
(Written by Bobby Brown, Derek "DOA" Allen, and Kenny Finnel)

Yeah, on the re-make ????? Sunday afternoon, yo
DOA, bring it to me,

Son I promise
And you know I'm honnest
More than Tony Jeffers 

Don't you see I'm a Sphinx 
When you look at my posture
You cannot see the Mix

bring my ancestors with me
Whether ancestor by blood or bibliography
I ain't no senator's son
More like the sun setting on the old world we gotta leave
I

in Hip Hop
So I’m
Loading my bullets
I’m writing down names
I’m Cole on the brain
Or Kenny with fade
I’m filled up with rage
No De La Rocha
I’m Housin

On Me

Erykah Badu

The Documentary 2

2015

I'm from
Therefore my energy had to make sure the better me won
It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'
Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre

They time running out that's the reason why they in a hurry
These niggas my sons man they daddy should take em to Murray
Hope all my haters get judged by

clear (yeah)
Come on, sniff your brains out 
All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas (yeah, word up)
Who's down with drug smugglin' (Cappadonna, Golden

Ice Water

Raekwon

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

1995

clear (yeah)
Come on, sniff your brains out 
All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas (yeah, word up)
Who's down with drug smugglin' (Cappadonna, Golden

the dubs
Blocking hoes just like i'm
James in the clutch
Number the same as judge
But i'm still the one
Besides my mom bitch i'm nobody son
Bitch i'm nobody

Session

Tyler, the Creator

Bastard

2009

faggot
Bouncing round the house trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like Cartman found Kenny, dead
I like my

play me like I'm Sony
They hate me like I'm Kony
The hate it comes from phony
I've got that hustle in me ironic the son of Tony
I'm too ambitious gotta