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a bastard
Your clown ass might fill her up with laughter
Doesn't matter I make her come faster
And your squadron was never a factor
More useless than a broken

shit most of my crimes
Came from the dopest of lines 
That were provoked by the rhymes 
So I’m hoping to get you open by evoking the time
Get to Showing

I Got Ta

Masta Ace

Droppin' Science: The Best of Cold Chillin'

1998

"I got ta" (Repeat 4x)
(I got ta) Pick up the mic on a soul tip
(I got ta) Run you down like a Polo skip
(I got ta) Rip MC's like a paper bag
(I

a fraction
I can't take you serious jit, You not a factor
Far too long entertained by actors
Bars too strong boy I rap like Rikers
Boy I got Deadliest hooks

Last I was here was two thousand and ten
And by then I've made like a thousand of sins
I know that you're mad, I hear the sound of resentment
But

to mention all these other factors
Government agendas against rappers
They wanna see us either dead or captured

So I hold my head high 'til they put me

that supplies my needs

Listen I gotta focus on direction
I couldn't really care about speed
It's By His Grace I stay humble and I don't want to be with

of the illest lyrics in the minds of listeners
So now my ex-gangster obsession gets exapted
To something less graphic, like trading Gladiator for X-factor
So

a God, be a God like me

Are you a G, OG or a G-O-D? X3

P-H to the 8-L, I'm all 3

 

Verse 2

You can't take my breath, you can't break my steps

You

niggas never gon' jack her
I love my bop 'cause I'm really a factor
Bitch, ten bands
That's what I paid for my fit
Twenty-eight bands what I got on my

the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my

On my own shit
Fuck a trend setter
I'm the X factor
Now watch me cut you open
Like Frank Netter

Drop a bomb
Bitch you better run
Boy I'm 'bout to drop

Yeah I got money but no I can't help you
Say that you love me yet I haven't felt you
They call you a ten, whole time it's a filter
Pic with a foreign,

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never have evolved at all
Which is 10% longer
And I wonder..
I wonder how many dead one-planet civilizations there are out there in the cosmos
That never

the car
For a nigga for court
Before we could hit the court
She know I'm down for it all
Thought she was loyal by blood
Loyal for drugs she would
Lust for

it, now sedated and sautéed (ugh)
I am not one of these rappers, I am a factor
That captivates capture, the picture and burn it after
Say what I mean

want more than a taste

Electric, kid magnetic
Stayed intrepid through depression
Been to hell and back
Can never crack
Had no direction

Hanging on by

wanna die young?
Strung one, hung up, the lyrics come undone
Like an unsung hero
You must be miseducated cause any x-factor that come you take literal

faking
I done fuck me up a 5 to get that shit had to be patient
Reminiscing On that time it had my head goin crazy
Public defender offered me ten I was

I make that stick swing, batter, batter, he a lil boy to me, he ain’t a factor
She just a vibe, she don’t really matter, I cut the top, call It

correct like i was texting with an Asterisk


Always come correct
Always come correct
Bullshit ain’t concerning
X3

Verbally i’m 3rd degree my burners are

they tryna fuck with me I'ma drop a 50 piece cause I'ma let it rain
I don't know about you but my crew X-factor they gone let it sang
Got a bad bitch

byka
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