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like a crack of light to those who were living in dungeons’ most complete darkness.
These winds that blew from Portugal brought to many Brazilians
you feel like a wimp
Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit
Got you all up in your feelings and shit
Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
make
All the while I'm losing focus 'cause
I'm working on the tape
So I shut it all down I won't take a call now
Once I'm done with all these songs I
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
'bout it
I get that every week like allowance
From my independent catalog
Fuck these rec league rappers tryna battle 'Bron
Stay in your lane, this is
know how he talk his shit
I'm like "oh, shit"
And all this time I'm starstruck, man
I'm still thinking 'bout, you know I'm picturing these niggas
ya mans cut
Don't worry 'bout who I cooked in the past
It's your time to die
And stop comparin' me to the
Pens in battle rap
Cause all them niggas got
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
right
Got him in the Hell hole
Livin at the speed of light
Prayin that the time fly by so
He can see the light
See his kids meet a wife
All over a key
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
of beans
Rippin' bongs in peace then where the fuck are your couches at?
You say you smoke that loud pack daily where are y'all ounces at?
Actin' like you
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
y'all all gon
Say my raps is hot
And clearly I showed y'all how to
Take away half the dots Your
Man Mickey keep running his mouth like
I won't grab
then put a bunch of holes
(hoes) in ya man chin
(mansion) like Hugh Hefner
My preacher sellin' dope
Your preacher sellin' hope
My preacher sellin' dope
the first time in history
Man has developed the means with which
To expunge all life in
One shuddering instant and, brother, no
One gets a pass, no one hides
of getting locked up
But if you smoke a little weed in your free time you can go to prison man this shit just has me dumbstruck
And guess what, in Portugal
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
still practiced, til they called it Christmas
So put a gerbil on your Christmas list
The Hellenistic Era, Alexander the Great
Conquers all the way
in a box
And that's light, that's light
But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right
That's what y'all call street?
No tales from the Crip this
honest I ain't feelin' like that, man I just really like rap
Y'all lucky, trust me
I'm opposite the hands of Sandusky
With the shit that my pen state,
suicide
Welcome to the 21st century
Where all your kids got adhd that's why these beats always be changing
Like where the fuck are we going
Where the fuck
and dimming the lights
I see a light in my life
The cities like mountains, I see them on my either sides
Red lights are turning to green
Starting to say more
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