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sucks
No one likes you by the way
cnd if you have half a braincell you would've known that your bike is right where I left it so shut up man

Leon, cndre

empor
Zeige euch Flaschen, der King ist wie Thor
Würde man echt eure Tracks gerne hör'n
Doch Geld in der Tasche behindert mein Ohr
Bring gleich auf den

the cybernetic cascade
Blade Runner walks, with shadows by his side,
In the neon city, where illusions hide

Verse 3
Through the smog and haze, he tracks his prey,

a rusted Mustang feeding in the yard of Silvia King 
I wondered at the nature of a man
As I raised some dust by Stephen Leon's land

Born to lead but bread

upon the beat, Elite, the heat is premium
Delete the competition, have 'em wishin' I was feelin' 'em
I take the track to higher heights, like voices

Of Reynold's wrap, one smack
Leaves your dentals back
Your voice get quiet like the
Voice in the instrumental track
Slick from the lip lisp, son, sip the citrus

Shake hands with the teller
Then tell her it's my pleasure
Remember, bank account was in overdraft
Remember, couldn't pay the credit card back
Mask

sheep
Back down, backing out your dreams like some bad sleep
Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet
Oh, what a cold world for a broke

Who murders tracks while merkin' brats
With stats that crack the dirt in half
Who lures and traps your surging rat
While turning that to thirty racks

the most
Only a matter of time
Soon we be coast to coast
Hatisi kuita zvekubiridzira
We be on that grind mode
Hatisi kumira, cause we on
We kings like Leon

old book of Psalms 
I’m an Angel...Shyan Adonai Selah
Anointed by the king of the Six Pointed Star 
It’s like Marvin when he sing “What’s Goin On”

U Can't Touch Me

Royce da 5'9"

Rock City [Version 2.0]

2002

the wall
Allow me to introduce myself
My name is Royce Five Nine
Sick Sick Emcee
Here to filter the game
To let clips empty
Track master sound now

The Return

Logic

The Return

Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It

on the sparrow plus an eye on the bat
Gotta find a third eye for the track
Picture me winning a Grammy providing for my family
cnd then apologizing cus I aint

No ID

Fuck they talking bout 13-5, no ID but
I can tell you one thing
I walk around the planet like the goddamn king
Shawty bouncing up and down
My

compliment the yellow gold
Slid me 10 digits for the telephone
Deleon, king of the jungle like El Leon
Yeah my belly grown cuz I'm doing better
We earned our

that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses

the kings of the world it would seem who determine our separate fates
We'll be enslaved unless plans to install social credit score systems are foiled
Wake up

my prey right by the locks
Put that drip drip on the riff
Jimi Stylix play that licky lick in the click
Even if your six turned nine you'd still be

The sharpest tool in the
Shed getting dumb high
Lord knows a peace of mind is hard to come by
Yo ain't it crazy how
He unsigned avoiding bloodsuckers

That's All She Wrote

Eminem

No Mercy

2010

rocks
You never did blend in with the big shots
On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at nigga wishing they was this hot

Pinch hitter, influenced by true spitters
Step in, knock it out of the park despite jitters
Mixing mediums off the charts
Like Kurt Schwitters,

I kneel by the steam
My cuts and abrasions I clean
I peer at reflection in water
And reflect on what I gleaned
With a gleam, in my smile, as I bleed

Who called you a slave?
Who called you a slave?
Who called you a slave!
Fuck what you be on
Too many tracks they sleep on like it's Leon
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