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Torn up by the Kent, the Clark Dark
as the brothers try to spark
We knocked boots, and the boots got knocked
Three A.M. and it was off to The Rooftop
of defeat by predeterminin the victory
As taught by Sun Tzu in the chapter, after the third one
I heard my words shall be bombed, regardless to anything
flybys to take a couple of shots
Couple of portraits then ignored 'em
He'd be just another bush surrounded by a couple orchids
Poor kids just 'cause
dollar portraits in my fortress
of course it's Po
bloodstainin', aeroplanin', Four-Hundred horses slow
Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
done, four hundred years

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
be done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
be done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
They'll never find us
Painting a self portrait
Painting ourselves into position
We'll scare them off with word play and sweep them under the rug
My
the real it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
Another watch, another chain, the last thing a nigga need

Swear to God, couple right by the night stand
Clip my half a hundred, fill a case another
you to
Take Me
Under the strength of your

Words my heart is carried
By a hundred birds (Take me)

Into death I do seep, into
The arms of your
of Taliesyn, 
On the foaming beach of the ocean,
In the day of trouble, 
I shall be of more service to thee
Than three hundred salmon"

The hare he bounds
were gonna start
But what amazed me even more
Is I'd never heard that song before
But somehow I knew each word by heart

And I don't know why, I
of Taliesyn
On the foaming beach of the ocean, in the day of trouble
I shall be of more service to thee than three hundred salmon...

The hare he bounds
done, four hundred years

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
done, four hundred years

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
be done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first
gon tie in
In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word
By the end of the month, they left with them birds
Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring
how you run
Many a man has lost his life by trying to make lost time
But if you run your engine right, you'll get there just on time?

Up the road he
motherfuckers throwing niggaz three strikes 

The homie big Lou got a fo' on deez 

That's the word, came up from flipping birds 

Words travel like black
With your fist marks on her face
Your buddies all stood by
They bet their
Fortunes and their fame
That she was out of line
And you were not to blame

Six
The 20th Century is over, but what if it never began?
What if the entire 100 years was the work of a single man?
I mean in hindsight, dont it seem
things
Better than watching your first son put his sentences together
Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when
I was the portrait of the artist
Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs

You the one who won the Spelling Bee
I'm the first 3rd grader with a felony