Search results for 'Cross-Validation Accuracy'

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Accuracies of bloodbaths liberate from within
Conquests of a crooked cross and its coming loss

A magisterial maintenance of diabolic education

gnome on each page
I like my daily training
I wanna be good shot
Accuracy of maiming
And all the things I've got

I have some silver bullets
The aspen

no need to wear a vest
You can try
Put it to the test
But with this bitch I got accuracy
Efficiency I'm the best
And I can do this by myself
It ain't

No Alibi

The Roots

Illadelph Halflife

1996

the devil and guns
And coke peddling, Olympic medaling flashback
That of a war veteran, blast at
The programmer bringing lashes 'cross your back
On some

No Alibi

The Roots

Illadelph Halflife

1996

That of a war veteran, blast at
The programmer bringing lashes 'cross your back
On some accuracy of a brainwashed Bosnian troop
That swooped down

and hell in-between
What was once not certain is now foreseen

When the pendulum is in it's reverse factor
Rivers run red and skies turn black
Accuracies

press
Got need for speed but you know I don't sweat
Pass the acid test with finesse
One forty four bars and I do not digress
Accuracy: nothin but net

I've had quite enough of this
Killing two birds in the bush
Walking around town again
I am searching for a reason
Cross your 't's and dot your 'i's

the Guggenheim
Who are you behind
I don't fit inside your outlines
Fat dreams
What would the scene be without mine
My decisions sending ripples 'cross

guard me all you doin Is lookin
I'll cross you up
No luck you just goofy

Who dropped 50 points on you
Straight cookin
Accuracy top tier
Your team is

the brake
Niggas eyes closed when he shoot
Better use a Drake
Or a switch don't miss
Cuz we don't do mistakes (ha)
Accuracy a must ain't no May Day (Ain't no

before corona hit
Told 30 not to cross the plug, he went behind me, set the pick
I play like a beast but my demeanor humble (don't make me turn up)
Go

for self to defense to the judge
I'm in this courtroom getting cross examinated but I still just won't budge
The prosecution ask me why I got guns
For

bitch got accuracy ima hit you and your brother
Just brought a sk from brother this bitch got tourette's 
That mean when i ba buss it, It stutter
Speak

a vacation 
Im grovy 
Im wavey 
Im Tune the fien 
I write wit ease 
I smoke dank got some of the Loudest p's 
I cross my T's and over think the Simplest

administrative procedures that would occur if your head was a library.
So liberally I’ll shower you in compliments
But cross-reference the facts for me to verify

cross any borders 
Hands getting clean 
I’m a problem 
Run down and finesse shit 
for the better
stack up the cheddar velveeta 
And you know I gotta eat

a homicide
Cross your T's 
You better dot ur I's 
I don't don't miss shots 
I got accuracy
Kall me Steph Curry
Ima take the shot 
Put 2 3 on ur back 
Like

concealing my presents like demons possession executives session I'm in the place hustlers be,never need any validation or your feedback, finna grip the squad

bright she is just like
SIKE
You could never be
Precision could never beat accuracy
So back to receipts
I told you that the bitch is just like me
1000

in person
Shootin' from half like I'm Curry, cross em he touchin' the earth
Run but the accuracy perfect

I bust down the door for a reason, you turn

on the sidewalk
In white chalk just so you know when I cross it and pounce like a python I might drop pipe
Bombs right on your eyeballs with precise accuracy cause

give a fuck what going on in the world
Don’t cross out ya brother
Rule number 3 if u in the field n u working
It’s a must u keep u a cutter
These niggas

remains clear
How long can I hold them off?
Phaylinx with a spartan cross
Armor a former god
Protects me from these devil dogs

Still it takes more than