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the Black Panther Party, James Earl Jones
The FOIs, nucka, Howard E. Rollins, sister Naomi, yeah, nuff respect!
I, James Robert Injustice
Being of unsound body and mind
Hereby bequeath all my worldly goods
To anyone who wants 'em

The debts that I got from
I, James Robert Injustice
Being of unsound body and mind
Hereby bequeath all my worldly goods
To anyone who wants 'em.

The debts that I got
the wrath
From what happened in the past
Has made us walk a path
Made by slavery
Though bravery
We lost
Our unity our source
Of power and we lost
All race
weekend
God all mighty, Olivia Newton John got married, Sally Field got married, Jamie-Lee Curtis got married, it was like last call at a singles bar.
of all..
I shock 'em and clock 'em and pop 'em and drop 'em, flop 'em, then I mop 'em
In they muthafuckin' tracks is where I stop 'em
Unless you down with
played the game and never rode the bench
Will swear up and down this bitch will kill at will
For her family, no fantasy, a james colamity
Time for
name em
Just a thought we all fuck the same chicks
Some play like they innocent
Fuckin' entertainers, and basket ball players
The bitch is a ho
But
no dumb niggas
Who will kill over money, not bitches like some niggas

I think marketable, fuck y'all niggas who stay bummin'
I'm that nigga sellin'
bla'!
Mini-14 like bla'!
Empty out another magazine like bla'!
Let a young nigga get by!
I kill 'em all when they try to kill my vibe!
I am the bad,
aim at them on purpose like bla'!
Mini-14 like bla'!
Empty out another magazine like bla'!
Let a young nigga get by!
I kill 'em all when they try
seein' us
200k, I coulda bought a Bentley Truck
Seen every pussy nigga at South By, we had to smash on 'em
Niggas say he wanted 2 verses but he was
Grand master of the Sabbath, John Fane 
Told his coven gathered: “Kill King James” 
Wax a figure of his image & wrap it in his clothing 
Burn it
to make shit fit, now check this shit

I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the Ep along by James Todd
Smith I get
the mob so what's up
In every destination retaliation gotta get 'em up
Shit are why'all about ready to die for this fetti fuck everyting that's petty
rhyme... just one rhyme
I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist,
my own preaching means
And thinking why I'm leaving rhymes leaking by the evening
Who'da thought the hammer hit ya?
The Ruger spark, leave you
Ladies and gentlemen
Fellow Americans
Lady Americans
This is James Brown

I wanna talk to you about one of our
Most deadly, killers in
What's your problem now is facing all of us right now
It's not a black problem
It's not a white problem
The problem is a social problem that's
like this girl

Legs ? so she say by the bail
Rest in peace to this beat, nobody kill it
She’s ahead of the class for she got a stupid booty
Get it? is
gripping, gripping the grain
Let me see you Rick James
One for the, one for the money
Two for the show
All ya'll haters better slow your roll
Or you ain't
matter what site you on
Save his mouth 'fore he's runnin' off
I tell 'em bridge or a tunnel, give a fuck how I come across
All these wanna be tough guys,
How great is our God
Sing with me, how great is our God
All will see how great is our God
How great is our God
Sing with me, how great is our God
the drugs and thugs meet 

Yo  I bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks 
Hol' glocks run in spots wid G's like Fort Knox 
Rhyme excellent kill 'em
Ladies and gentlemen
Fellow Americans
Lady Americans
This is James Brown

I wanna talk to you about one of our
Most deadly, killers in