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(cllPoints) 

Yo, 
I'm a break that star apart, a hunger artist; 
Selling my soul in a sober meat market 
Blood on the carpet in my tiny apartment

Took out with a trigger or with
A throat slit peoples workin' wild
So much game violence in the hood
How you stay alive?
Always watch your back and keep

Verse Three: Masta Ase, Paula Perry

Ya just skin an' bones so ya need to change the tones
in ya voice ya just another jack by the phones
My pockets need

the wise is a plumber come with pipe or the pole
Dropping that dick just to lighten the load
Right in the soul P put capital back with the penis deal with

Yea
Yea
Yeah
Yea
Yea
Yea
Mix a pint in the soda I'm up with it
I fill it up when the cup empty
Just found some X took a buck fifty
Bad bitch from LA

cats tried to get in my space is what me made me bubble
The agent of my success being lowkey what made me double

Yo
I'm in the cut like buck
Fifty
Who

scripture
You playing chess with no bishop
Disadvantage in war
I work out with God
Where yo discipline comrade
My good bitches gone bad
Don't fall off

Final Frontier

MC Ren

Kizz My Black Azz

1992

and fade it
Slap the niggas like bitches if they have to talk back
Put my foot so deep in their ass they have a hole and not a crack
The shit just makes

I made a killin', I just bodied the industry now
And for the money, wanna put holes through my body now
Do this for the culture even if they do not

I'm gone be a threat if I just keep on rhyming
We can slide by Limoncello maybe grab a table
Put yo fork up in a dish you've only seen on cable
Go

built this from the ground boy 
Figure I done that I get it run back 
Pyrex whip it in the kitchen 
It come back 
Pitch it so vicious for your ear hole

world besides phony 
Put that on the Soul that the Lord gave me
Before I go gotta let em know 
From the get go I rep what I do know that's God yo
You

Okay y’all one thousand words in two minutes
Let’s do this yo

In a couple minutes I'ma have to kill it
All the haters that just sit up on the web

through yo spot around 12:30
And I made it back home
But couldn't bring you back with me (Damn)
Still remember like yesterday, we was doing 'bout a buck 50

Skwad Training

Artifacts

That's Them

1997

bringin' back, that shit that niggas lack!

Time (Yeah, niggas don't know the time)
Put your blunts down
(So, if you want to roll with us and be down)

Something misty you can see the hole in me
Buying bottles of this shit like? no Diddy
Nah drink won't take my problems away
But my thoughts overload and
My

shows, get a hundred tryna times it by fifty
(On the stage groupies showing they titties, In the stu cooking up and I’m litty)

I married the game and it

like I'm on the hunt
Drive-by on a motherfucker in a Corvette
These bitches be talking, "shut up, I need more bread"
I ain't a killer, all I do is

off Fortnite
My bands coming now, yo, shit coming in a fortnight
I don't fuck with marriage, I just do this shit for one night
I scammed this bitch so

the Feds, Aye I Can't Go Back, Off-White Throwback
Im in That Archive, Helmut and She Know That
Im All on Yo Bitch She Taking Pictures Kodak
Im in Her Mouth

froggy they saw man leap
Run tell Donnie and crawl back week
All that week, ooh that's weak
Hole in your brain
You ain't gotta thought that deep
Man

notice it
Pouring like a 40 bitch
Hands down that I'm poking shit
Potent is
My will to fight back
I played my hand and put my cards back in the stack
Lost

pot drop
Don't try to reach in on our cake, lil brodie pop tops
Get rich or die trying, shout to 50 nigga
Running reds, knocking heads, then served

Dizzier then a spin of the dreidel
Neighbors think that I'm a dumb drunk a-hole
Basements been pumping out bass through a cable
Stuck in a routine everyday