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Who's the Man

ABN

It Is What It Is

2008

back when
But now I lay back in Maybach Benz
Eighteens in the trunk with bass packed in
He's real he is not one of these fake black men
I never been

no relief for men can't stand to
Watch their children's grief
Hunger stole our honor like a thief
So we drifted back to work on Murphy's brief

Then

"Good God Almighty, like back in the old days
You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play
How to play it and you know whether

Fragments of shattered lives
Is all that has been left to mourn
Cruel  gift from men without virtue 
Daily  gathering to new acts of wickedness 

The battle

A rudiment, the rules be set, a brute amend
Cuz all these dudes be shedding skin in all the routes I set
Trying to live through true shit I know my Bruder said

I'm aghast we're the same
Still blinded by the serpents in the treasures we all seek
Nigga used to work for charity
Through a marketing agency
Four

Showed you a gentleman, brought you to my home
Nice guy maneuvers got hit with a bomb
Spring back up, meditate on a run
As I learned how to live, be

the A, I'mma need hoes by the busload
But only the freaks, they like women
That like thumbs in thei' butt hole I told you I'm cutthroat
(Don't judge,

family I want tha smoke
No amout of money'll make me happy
Swanging humvees in foreign lands
Mane they tried to attack me
Pulled a great escape bumping

literally two pack open
Now can you picture me 2pac rolling
If i ain't got i bought the hardest with me
So either way your going down like? city

I like men

a science it's Ferrell that blades offer glory
Cycle repeating but breeding is stopped by the judge and the jury

Streets are never safe
Lower down your

behind
And as you go and mumble that you live for no one else
Because boredoms only broken by breaking history

Save it for a rainy day
If its raining so

that's a couple cars carried on my wrist, no plain Jane

My name everywhere, cause I game change
I'm the first tsunami, didn't even make waves
I'm

Will live together with you boy (its work ?)

First you take her on your home (what)
then you anesthetize her with dope (fuck)
And then you are ready

choreographed cheap shot
Meet The Press logic is a foreign object
It's who cheats the best
Yells the loudest in the snake pit
Issuing cowardly threats
Work

All Out

Silk-E

Urban Therapy

I fit
Stay humble, lookin in my eyes
don't need no yes men round me, I downsize
drama it don't stop, yellin don't pass go
and if they read another

got me thinkin bout better dayz

Time 2 question our lifestyle look how we live
Smokin weed like it aint no thang
So even kids wanna try now
Then lie

difficult
None of your niggas are in my peripheral
All of your homies just flip like reciprocals
None of my niggas just live by them principles
I don’t run

This where we separate
The boys from the men
I'm not Joyner
I am not Joyner
You niggas really got me fucked up
It's 'bout to get real spooky

opinion, my riddle
My freedom, and throw up on 'em all this bullshit
They lean on injected by needle for no reason
Studying moves like aikido
Deconstructing

Dead men tell no stories
Liars can’t live in the street
Whatever plans God has for me
I’ll cooperate instead of compete
We coming for ‘em nigga

Next Levels

DJ Food

You Don't Know (DJ Food's 1000 Masks Mix)

2008

Settle the dough, live showbiz
The cannonball, weapon, men and arms

Four section, super intelligence, balance
Benevolent, stinging nettle medicine
Crouch

bubbles in open wounds
Hospitals and old men that
Chew stuff and spit chew
Old bitches that smell like a fish hut
They sit up at the mall on they pancake

my evolution
Of rhymin', persecuted, indicted
They instituted the violence that
Started my defiance
Give no respect or alliance
Less men get rich than