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hunting for mice
He can play any trick with a cork
Or a spoon and a bit of fish paste
If you look for a knife or a fork
And you think it is merely misplaced

as brothers, 
fight together through the weapons, 
and walk to the end of life.

Or come undone by anger 
as blood is wasted 
and explodes in a mortal hate.

I get busy wit mine
They say it's time to get live and represent what defines your truth
That can only be defined by you
If I fly by night I'm in Ohio

you can't understand these rhymes
feel like greased up deaf guy
Y'all are slippin' and trippin' and fibbin'
fix your mics, all I hear is clippin'

it's a trap (TRAP) and social media wack
I mean we all got opinions
But imma' deal with the facts
But is you down to go riot?
Set they buildings on fire

Good all the time
Dismissive as it seems movement Forward ante a crime
Cut the puppy shit
Are we Men or are we Mice?
While a Labrador sits the snakes Try

My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance

Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them

no he killing me twice and my chain is so cold it froze you like some ice
Got the lucky 7 like I'm Vick rolling dice I did this by myself I don't gotta

day my name will ring bells 
All the way to heavens gate lords knows I'm tryna dodge hell 

While niggas is tryna make bail 
White men just makin more

how to flow
How to live life
All I know
All I know
All I know
Is how to grind, how to flow
How to live life

Not a day goes by that I don't think of my

after opening fire
On the sidewalk he lay cold
Long enough to take the lives of nine in Ohio

Our thoughts and prayers go out to you
To the maimed

Our minds raptured by the
Sound of a thousand men
Fighting a battle for their asserted dominance

Mister J said Bitch you are my servant
Sucking cock

finger
Wrist to my bling, yeah, my fever is king, yeah

I'm telling you where we bring it
I type by A-K-S-K
I type by centing, yeah
Yeah, yeah, me boy dem

eaten by
Fire
Fire

Watching those corpses 
Turning to ashes
Makes them smile
Makes them smile

Hearing those men cry
Being eaten by
Fire
Fire

I'm

The difference between me and you is ya boy real
Precise Music, started my own label
I ain't scared to die I'll cut my own cables
Look, by the vine that you niggas

be unsaid
These bars so fire they arrived from hell
And the hate for y’all certainly helped
Fuck y’all motherfucker I’m by myself
When the beat gets

havin' problems
Smoke 'em, fire and bomb
I died and came back
I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack
Thuggin' is in my spirit
I'm lost

Smoke 'em, fire a bomb
I died and came back
I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack
Thuggin' is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowin'

through their windows
Shrapnel passing through their system
Asking why is irrelevant when
It's smart bombs intelligence rat
Zeroes in on your welcome mat

straight from Clevelands East Side
185th and Lakeshore man I ain't got a hide
We the hottest in the state of Ohio
When I step on the scene this is how I look

protruding, run through the system

This is your life
This is your life
This is ending as minutes go by
And you're still your job
And you're still your khakis

Separating light rays from the
Hemlock and deadly nightshade
Find your way home before the light fades
Through life's maze, like caged mice

With men that fell

Before I start I set the traps to catch the mice
Grinding is hard with the Goya rice
Put ice in my ears to cool the hype
I don't want to kill em but I just

We Can't Make it Here

James McMurtry

Childish Things

2005

There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing