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Gem King 
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I never see food to chop o, but I got riches in glory 
My bank account don

'Cause I grew up around the Krazy Kings
And inhaled second hand spray
I'm cryin', cryin'

Where the walls talk your defiances
And alliances were made

boy!

Yep Im On A DIET! Yep Yep Im on a diet
Bake that food, don't fry it. Bake that food, don't fry it
Yep Im On A DIET! Yep Yep Im on a diet
Bake that

the township 
Kof town niggas know that I'm a Don bitch
 From an early age it shows in the essence 
Hold your breath, you in the presence of greatness 
Council

Tombstone Blues

Bob Dylan

Greatest Hits, Vol. 3 [Australia]

1994

the Ripper, who sits
At the head of the Chamber of Commerce

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm

Tombstone Blues

Bob Dylan

MTV Unplugged

1995

the Ripper, who sits
At the head of the Chamber of Commerce

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm

Tombstone Blues

Bob Dylan

Highway 61 Revisited

1965

the Ripper, who sits
At the head of the Chamber of Commerce

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm

never told us that
Townships flooded with drugs they tryna hold us back
Watch go HAM on the streets tryna secure the bag
Trying to put food on my table am

township
Now I know what's up
Enemies, they wan pin us
I lost my dad in time mazup
Bura I don't know, am still young
Thanks to my mom I was brought up

I don

thanks
'Cause I'm the punchline king and I
Done battled all through the city
(Citi) banks (Llyod Banks)
I still feel that a snitch lame
I never deal with

sitting with a wet sponge
Now ring the dinner bell
For Briyani and frikadelle
Brain food is needed feed the townships and the prison cells
I'm telling my

Jet Fuel

T.I.

Paperwork [Deluxe Edition]

2014

pussy to you, nigga, no
She say "Not even with a bank roll"
'Cause the king gettin' money when the bank's closed
Yeah, she in her heels on her knees

My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance

Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them

Look
I'm so young i don't wanna die
Oh lord please i don't wanna die
Why you finna kill a young king
Why you finna make mama cry
I don't wanna die
I

the price slashed in half
Kings plaza dollar vans on the strip like Gaza
Billboards with liquors ads peep the bigger math
Petty beefs tit for tat yo we live

ordinary shit
No ordinary bitches
No ordinary whips
4 bills nigga special like the 38
I came along way from food stamps in section 8
Niggas eatin'

Duck Seazon

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

flip the obstacle
Now my proposal rips the global
From California to courts, it's over God so, taste the soul food
Remember baggy jeans,

(Chea)
(That's a Greezie Beat)
Big bank take lil bank thats where I'm from
And errr nigga that's around here gotta big ol gun
Gotta daughter, but you

Impossible

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

Yo fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence
Women walk around celibate, living irrelevant
The most benevolent king

Got my toolie, don't make me
Got my toolie, don't make me

I got my toolie, don't make me use it
Eating shit up like baby food
Smoking on this good

But it ain't came yet, so I guess I'll have to rob a bank

I guess it could be worse, it ain't that bad
At least I ain't sittin' in old Baghdad
In

the bank
I wanna smoke some gas
Baby let's pick up some grams and take blunts to the face
She wanna throw some ass
So then we go back to the crib and go fuck

But I wrote this scheme at
Little China eatin' Chinese food
I spit China
He food and I chew through niggas
Pause! See Charles gotta trick
Hoes to get

like king koopa real life shooters ha'
Bitch fuck the pigs fuck the jakes bitch fuck pumbaa ha'
All my shooters troopers like king koopa we got rugers