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the race bar for
Bar until I finish line
One Punch is genocide
I'm that One by Geno's side little much
Cuz I know they toggle in animation
Big ideas but

Photo Session

Kool Keith

Bikinis N Thongs

2009

freshen up that funk box 
I pump like diesel fuel, stamina speed, strong as a ox 
Takin a shower, run the steam water for a hour 
That's word I'm naked

what's up
But keep it humbled up
And keep it bundled up
'Cause it get a little cold in the winter
(Yeah it get a little cold)
It get a little cold
Yeah it

a day, but I felt a little gay, I'm your uncle's words
Slap you across the face with your mother's purse
Come up in your hood and cripple you and your

with a pretty boy
She wanna marry me, girl are you really sure?
I be chasing money like I'm really poor
Poor me up a drink I need a little more
She say I

BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS
(Jimmy Driftwood; tune: Eighth of January, trad.)
Well, in 18 and 14, we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down

ain’t happenstance
Shall I vie for the best alive
Or should I
Be myself and let time slip by
In the mix
Feeling more alike than different
What’s it really

cute on me
Alright, let's go

Waking up in the morning, did I live it up?
Room spinning, head hurting, feeling troublesome 
Got this, little feeling in

away like a corkscrew
I done been a victim of the system and the court rules
I'm surrounded by pigs I'm in the mix like its pork stew
I'm looking like

if you mention
Anything about her or her cutie little henchmen
Ya that's a death sentence
Ayy Start up I was cruising down the block i'm outta water,

Didn't lose my soul I gave it up by choice
Now you all can hear the devil in my voice
So seductive i make j cole's girl moist
Now getting girls at my shows

you haunt my dreams
I can't fall asleep
(Yeah yeah)
Two bad bitches in my section begging for a taste
Turnt up in the spot they bringing bottles by

(Woah)
Now I'm trying to get all in my zone, I need a little smoke
I can drink a little more, If you mix it with some Coke, aw yeah
But that's the drink

A little talkin ain't been working guess I gotta' go deeper
Gotta' keep a weapon I swear this life be lethal
Add money to your mix and jealousy is

You bust lead? So do I (Word?)
Except mine impregnates the page, giving birth to thoughts that unify (Huh?)
You fuck little girls (What?), I make love

It must be where the goodie-goodies live
Thinkin' that they too good to
Give candy to little kids
I'm not little or a child by any means
But I brought

admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who

a savage nomad (style)
Shirtless, wear the vest, stayin' warm by burnin' trash
Give a toe-tag to a broke ass who talk fast but slow cash (yeah)
Who you

bitches, they my real niggas
It's like working four jobs not to kill niggas
My little niggas love to ride by and spill niggas
If y'all fell out over some

I got a good foundation
Cause I came up came up from the concrete
I supposed to win by nature
Cause I came up came up from the concrete
There ain't

Claiming by demons I'd be possessed
Shit I ain't did but confessed
Now I've become obsessed
And paranoid
They was up my ass like some hemmeroids
Now just

a little?
It never end in Neverland
If you down then I'll ride
Say the word and I'll slide
Be right there, I'm outside
If you scared, I know why
Be prepared

even if I spit up on my t-shirt 
Color of spittle's clear as Sprite 
I think I'll write her a love poem by the end of the night
Words that start to chirp

the hospital leaking up out that bitch
I'm in the cut just like a stitch
Broken trust you can not fix
Like Pyrex I be in the mix
Shit I just tryna feed my kids
I