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a bonus round
You can think I'm sexist and you can Call me bogus now
But brauds get play when they suck That's the coaches child

I told you niggaz man

just spit it off the dome
That pen and pad my enemies
We don't get along

I'm like Hova, when he was Jay-Z
I'm big in his prime, it's poetry
Bigger than

Live at the Barbeque

Main Source

Hip Hop Forever, Vol. 2

2004

mercy
I got heart, I rip the party apart
From the seams and hem up like bell-bottom jeans
But you get done, you get blues like 501
Brothers are live

lie
The shit that you and me we got
Ain't ever felt this right
Feels like I gone to Heaven when you
Right here by my side
And if you stick with me I

Joaquin be joking
Until my wifey this pen will be the only ting
Dad I'm strokin' I don't see God in women let me back to der loken
Flip the last word, now

cars more women
Contract elevating congrats

Bad guy is in the building
I no like the people wey no get money
But them dey like to find attention
I no

trips
You got to move different when You on this level
I move like a god
I can't dance with the devil
If it ain't about money
It's not on my schedule

Women working double, just for they can get that bubble
Ditchin working niggas, and getting one that can hustle
Nigga pitching bundles, just for they can

when you us, you buy more
I done seen it all
Big money, pretty women, and fancy cars
I was born to ball
Had to shoot for the moon so I could land in

come in all black like Rihanna
When he slime a nigga like Gunna
Ain talkin' bout shi if it ain bout the bill with the blue on the side
Get the fuck off

When we get to touching
Your skin is blushing
Girl Why you acting shy
I swear we ain’t doing nothing wrong
I ain’t like these other guys,
Cause I'm

and construction crews 
Thank God for the men and women in blue
Just good folks goin' to work 

Through the rain, sleet, and snow
They're carryin' mail

the kids still bury seeds?
And get taken with uncertainty like
Me scared of leavin? ' how are the poets
The women and the orphans torn?
I miss 'em all like,

in my mind
I run ta my God and I always find Him
Yea cause he bout me like j's jordans by em
I don't want no blue jays by me I'm covered in red like my

Like it or not
Tricks goin MGTOW, mad at women 
Big difference tween women 
And venomous bitches 
Of any gender
Sellin suckers blue & red pills 
Great

clack clock nigga
Keep my shit cocked
Don't fuck with me ya'll I'm in
The zone like a zip lock
Stay G'd up, out to get my green up
Blue Chevy
Counting

I got a bucket it's a
Moone rover
Go over thirty and get
Moved over
Red and blue hues
Accused of bad news
And my budgets drowning under cool water

this blue ink what's a life without print
Homeless women homeless men wonder what its like for them
A dollar and redemption a cost without cent
A place

Right yea
More money more cars more women
Contract elevating congrat

Let's get it
Higher everyday
When I dey down for the ghetto
Nobody give me help
Now

everything God won't do to us to teach lessons so it lets the Devil breathe
(Satan smells like weed when you think you can't OD)
(Shaytan) Is how far my mind

Everyone’s sick around me and I’m starting to get a cold
I don’t know why people want to hang out when they’re sick, it’s very American
No one wants

of vibration
Binds him to his
Plane of unfoldment

Yet within man is the
Key to releasement
Within man may
Freedom be found

Blue light from
Sirius
God

Bloody Mary

Mr. Bungle

Goddamn I Love America!

1988

Anticipation grows
Mother nature adds the ingredients
The women sip it slow

One day God had to get off his ass
He had to walk to the kitchen and get his own

I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous