Lyrics:
Don't get me fucked up I'm chill but I'll still step on niggas
My camp so underrated in this shit yea come fuck with niggas
These people like
entertained by
Not just the voice or the band
But by the outfit as well
Modeliste: You're also the face of the fall
Winter 2017 John Varvatos campaign how did
or never, my camp's legit
Wolf Gang! Fuck your crew, nigga! This Wolf Gang, nigga!
Go the fuck home, mutherfucker! Night night, motherfucker!
Smoke up
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
I'm under attack but I'm free
Imma bust up this devil, it's beef
When the fire is strange,
In the neighborhood...
Who you gonna call? Demon Busters!
as the South Park Zone
Talkin' shit ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck
Hit you in the chest with
as the South Park Zone
Talkin' shit ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck
Hit you in the chest with
Oak
Shalom alechem, lad' die AK-47 und starte 'nen Chaosverbrechen
Warnung an Rap-Camps, satan el diablo, sag hallo zur MAC-10
Full Metal-Ammo macht
Well John I'll try
Anything twice
Leave this hole behind
John said we'd meet up in the dark, the caretaker lives alone out in the RV park
He's got some
Badger Park in the evening, at dawn
I miss the house by the pond
Summer's Market, Big John's
Badger Park in the evening and at dawn
Through sleepovers
Tuff chat no that no lock
Around here modern park
Up a lot around here
Survive what
Not around here
Drive by and chalk up the block
Around here
Bad mind
to go down to John's indie disco. Same story as Friday - lots of hugging, lots of dancing etc. etc. I couldn't sleep again so went up the park to look
Armstrong
Langston Hughes and Thurgood Marshall
Richard Wright Rosa Parks and Gordon Parks
Joe Lewis Jackie Robinson and John Henrik Clarke
Alex Haley
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
fucking up, starting confusion
Vibed on my counselor, feeling like a champ
I finally get settled down at
The junior fine camp i do my little time up
In this
even keep up, you chase your own tail
Catch you at the motel 6, gettin' your dick sucked by a grown male
With your toe nail up his ass like oh well, you
meeting out at Ocean Park
Preached from early morning 'til after dark.
Said the benediction, folded up her tent,
And nobody knew where Aimee went.
community
My brother's keepers, Migos we got unity
'Bout to fire up at the park right on Harrington (gang)
To the bando, you see niggas gamblin'
Hit
these other mothafuckers
Struck twice in the same place by a moody Zues fishliner
Smackin the third clear out the park
Going gone (To infinity
Yes
At the start of the new jiggyness
With the Trackmasters
Camp Lo and
Willie
Gon' give it to ya
Know what I mean
Lot of macoronis
born.
He's born in a money family on that Hudson's rocky shore;
Outrun every kid a-growin' up 'round Hyde Park just for fun;
This world was lucky to see
What am I? what if I killed a guy,
Took his spine out his eye, and I hide it?
By a tree or inside it, would you cry when you find it?
That's kind
mean the kind in big black cars
When they say killer whales
They mean they whaled on him 'til they killed him up in Penetration Park
And Holly wore
tin cans
Squatter camps, townships
It's been our story
While they park their cars in garages of double stories
Saying welcome to the south side
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