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that
We'll stop when we're done
I won't be in charge
But do not say I didn't fucking warn you

Come on!
Oooohhhhh, you know, you know
How everyone has

I'd probably
Pull the llama out
But I'mma go the karma route
Ever go to the karma route well you know
Nigga be buckin with the armor out
But this nigga

it,
When all is said and done,
I don't know if I'm prepared for it,
This can't be it,
The wicked ones always prosper,
But after we depart, we'll be

day to get paid on a space rock
Soon the coup d'etat
Will take awhile til the bills paid off

I've been working on these verse for awhile but I'm back

pay the bills as you spit hard
We'll have it good
Wе'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good don’t want to lose this
I've got so much left

(Hannibal Lecter) love the suit
Must be the best thing to come from
Your entire worthless town
With the name and the face of a dominatrix
Yet you're

Whatchu thinking should be done about it?
I just think it’s funny how in grade school we all learned about it
Just to find several years later
We still

Compare it with my eye ye 
Well that's alright
Take a bite vaporize you'll be satisfied 

Red yellow green I got my subscriptions right
Place it side by

Kero Bonito
When I pull up you be swallowing those words like placebo
You giving me shade might as well buy me a damn gazebo
Not aboutta, I’m not aboutta

gonna miss it if you refuse to be brave
Glisten with glass prisms, we ain’t stuck in the shade
Listen the last mission is get rid of the plague
And we

at the moment this shit gets to me
But I'll be fine soon
Ignorant thoughts
What ignorance bought
What mentality fought
And to cut this short
I've already chosen

will kill us all the extermination of mankind's at hand
If you take the vaccine your dead after seven years
Our numbers will be decimated by design

the same I did back then
(Still feel the same)
Look, next thing you know another year will go by and I'll still be sitting here
Singing why can't can't we be

now
Soon you'll ride with me
My sound is too good
For you not
To vibe with me
Grabbed another
Couple packs of
Backwoods rolling fat
Copped a half
Bills

The Hit Song

DJ Format

Music for the Mature B-Boy

level, hit record
And soon enough we'll have another, hit record
In fact even though the song isn't done
By my count that was 18 hits alone
And it's only

all doing well
I never wish anything bad to happen to humans I'm sick of the Rumors and
People continue to be influenced by evil despair and your hatred

she gotta be solid type won't fold
And you don't mind getting in trouble with
Soon as that pressure hit
Even them niggaz you loved ah give up yo

get kinda gay
Not that there'll be anything
Wrong with that being gay will be pretty
Much accepted by everyone
Except us Black people kind of ironic,

forever
But as time goes by the people die and as soon as you recognize
That you should have apologized for all the crap you've done
Oh, it's too late
Oh,

grind on the low
So when my dargs out, he'll be patterned on the roads
Keep your head up cause that time'll soon go
Clean hearted brudda, bro's never

Well it's Shell-B back again y'all 
cnd I got a lil story I wanna share wit ya, a song we recorded called Sleeping With The Enemy.
It's a story about

ain't fucking with bitches they grimy

Ahh, y'all ride by the store, we don't got no time to patrol, but soon as we catch one they Gone
Y'all scared

killers for clout
I done killed niggas for less
I’d rather live with my ex
Before I ever give up my rep
To say I’m a lil impressed
Well that’d be a bit

trouble much
Seen her on the block playing hop scotch and double dutch
She ain't never hurt nobody, well mannered
Too precious, too young to be taken off