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it's all over
My car odor smell like raw doujah
I'll burn gas like car motors ayy I
(AI) crossed over but play my role in Philly
I've been (Ben) on point

Another H-Code Production
Yeah-yeah
V.E.C
Bills be flying, people, people crazy (Yeah-yeah)
2 f-ace
Bills be flying
Vector
Y.S.G
Hypertek

See I like

that I am no human but a God of some
Sort i know that everything
Will fall right into my laps
One day i'm just writing
This book because I feel like I

I see you from miles away
Day to day you lookin more crazy
I got nothing more to say
They can't compete they be too lazy

Miles and miles away
That's

help
So fuck 'em, I did it all myself, Machine, bitch

It's 7xve with the crazy flow
I just paid my rent a couple days ago
But I still got a fence

and my hublot is blinding
Yeah I Just count it
Hit after hit and yeah I'm really bout it
That's perfect timing
Crazy we made it my mama crying
You keep

De Automatic

KRS-One

KRS-One

1995

De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die

Crazy MC's waste they time chasin' millions
While KRS-One, holds the minds

She say she crazy for my drive and I be on the go
Niggas on the other side tryna stop the show 
We on over slow double cupped with Mobile hoes 
Tryna

a casting call area, I think it was called Music Notes. It was a classified section for open calls and auditions. And after school, every day, I circled all

(Get The Bag Production)
Hop in the coupe I blow out the brain yeah
Put on my blinker switching lanes yeah
I'm with the gang we can't be tamed yeah

heard, like ears had vaginas
Coochie dog tags all shined up
I rhyme nastier than homeless people fucking
EFN production
Catch me on Collins with a Cubana

Ima try me best today
I'm gone look fresh today
I keep on trying
Ima bow my head and pray
I pray for better days
Ain't no more crying
It's so much

no such things as no strings attached
These days you're already under control when you're hatched
Hypodermically injected into a sperm or an egg
Well

It was 40 past 5 o’clock when I landed on planet rock and told these hoes it’s 540 until the day I fuckin drop
So throw another ounce in the stash

the junction gyal a give me suction
She let me beat say she like my production
Sex appeal gyal a like my seduction
Facecard good me no need introduction
Say me

waiting for my mid thirties just start to live
I'll be out my prime and the hoes'll have a couple kids
I need minimum days of miniumum wage
All these back

a little cliché
But don't get me wrong, I don't put it out if it's garbage or wrote it in jus a whole day
Finding my style that I'm comfortable rappin in,

RJ Productions
Make this go crazy
Off, on the bottom, the darkest of pavement
I'm staying me to the day that I make that

Bush out of his pants,

dope, can't cope no blow, no show

Waste your days at the radio

Frustration is your measure
Expensive cars your treasure
You should start screaming out,