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then nigga
Okay hush then, wait
Think I heard something, never mind it’s the rats
Chasing after the cheese, no wonder they by my trap
Got my operation

meeting just don’t make sense
If it don’t make rands then it don’t make sense, uh
Always focused bro the bag come first
Operation by any means shit I might

down my face in a rapid flow
All because a couple homies asked how fast the car would go
I'm living life on the edge with no new fear of death
And that's

the dirt
Break the curse
It's been A vex since birth
My Words put in work in the universe
You feel my vibe in the ether
Reaching your ears through

There's demon's at work
The box has been opened the monster are summoned
Disfigured and vile
Manipulating promises, such pain will be experienced

Its

honestly
Slob on my knob Shawty mad with no job
Think she slick with quirks With the boots and the bob
Got me irked, got me hot Get to work bitch you not

Ya, man, rude ting dis griselda bwoy

The shit I do with the pen dangerous
In-famous, every bar's ten razors
Hit faces with the ten gauges

Stream
Beat: The Soul Beat “Walking By the River”
Producer: DJ Static
Verse 1 
Interlude


I was born with the umbilical cord round my throat 
Like

wit big dog Bookie,
Confirmation on spaces taking when making a movement
My obligation to get dis paper and keep making the music
Operation Benjamin

the face it's a face off
I'll shoot death in the face with a sawed off
Then just smoke me a blunt till I nod off
Man fuck going to work Imma call out
I'm all

Okay so she gone bounce that ass for me if I say so
Ass up and her face low
You know that's my girl you gone call her by her name bro
Gun shots if

about how that booty got a lift then it got a lil bounce
Pounce on it
Poke it out
More bounce to the ounce

Work it
Twerk it
Suck it up like Kirby
Hands

broken
Endless steers to be caught
Well my youth it was carefree
For the work was my play
And what I loved would always be there
On the S Lazy H

I

Lift Me Up

Zion I

Zion I & the Grouch Are Heroes in the City of Dope

2006

a breezy, now it sound like old news
Years passin' by, but the faces in the crew
Man, they always stay the same, keep it tight, I thought you knew?
And I'm

green got yolla
Got purple by the pound haze
Fluffy like your sofa
That's how we move it
Like it ain't nothing to it
Get the work bust it down
And run

up 
Shorty face down 
No frowns round my town 
You act up
You get laid down
I ain't- I ain't taking no safe sound
Bitch I step in
Then I flex out 
Got

paralyses like a surprise embrace
And I just stand there stoned and laughing 
With a stupid look on my face

I grant myself permission to wake up
I tug

the presence where this ism is.
I’m sure she’s captivated by the ism then.
We’re gone with the wind, 
just pretend, you ain’t intimidated by my Pimping hand.

know they be hatin' on how I'm cakin'
Want me boxed or dead
I move with birds by the flock instead
D.c., I keep whoopin', keep cookin', 'til the pots

the influence i had when i vent every line i write in this wrinkled old notepad
I got a gift from god blessed by the divine 
They took my dignity and pride 
But

a plane my bars in flight school
Got a real poetic bitch from Japan, I call her Haiku
Shorty got a good IQ, but she work at the drive-thru
And she crazy

side
I wanna know affection, and have a couple wives
Move in the fast lane, but still barely getting by
To work the streets, til my fingernails retain

Strange Cup of Tea

Sister Hazel

Fortress

2000

Lifts me up by the hand and it leads me to say
Good things for good people you see
Good things they seem to all work out
May seem like a strange cup

Weather or Not

Evidence

Weather or Not

2018

I got something
I can't put my finger on that others don't got
So I try real hard to analyze the operation
And end up falling even deeper in