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to persuade em

I looked up to God, He said let's get to business
Dropped an album and forgot it by Christmas
Flip the culture with a quickness
I'ma make sure

a block of parked cars, every Christmas it hit through
Her heart, cause she only had her doggie to vent to

If I could go back, I'd probably ask her to come

and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree, my 12 days of Christmas was nothin' but lies
I run at you hard like a sumo(Sumo)
They say

(Talking to god)
How could I be cool with it, stanky with a tool in it
Sitting by the whip, finna take these lil' boys out to school in it
Forget about 12,

years, my album flops this might be it for me
But all I ever wanted be one of those things atop the Christmas tree
Guess Santa's nice list skipped York

she gon' get a attitude
I'm droppin' on Christmas go check out my album
If you ever fallin', you can lean on my shoulder
Had some shit on my chest,

could be fuckin' his mistress I got three hoes like it's Christmas
I'ma send her home to a man, leave her satisfied Just so we know that we did shit

Got

Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like me... on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man, and be original
Word

rappers in my stable
I'll lasso with anyone off their high horse, this ain't my first rodeo
Niggas spurred by bull, if they think they can go toe to toe

on a pike like the album cover
I'ma pass the mic to my rapper brother
If I had other man comfortable with spazzing
A one-handed juggler, jamming like Smuckers

off family. This is inspired by them kind of all right
We made this for them for Christmas. I hope you like it
Let's go
Yep

You went so far back that

then you know that I ain't missing
Come through the screen like I'm RIP on the Pistons
You feel the presence like a kid when it's Christmas
But it ain't

Courtesy

PRhyme

PRhyme

2014

you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ
This one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ

(I can't control it, can't hold it, it's

Hello, my name is Mac Lethal
And thank you for your
PurchaseThis album is best served
With a delicious glass
Of Grand Crew or Wild Flemish
For all

That was boneless
Till my sister kicked me out before
Christmas and I was homeless
Girl I ain’t mad at ya you
Know I love you the same
Cause all I did

a gun hammer
My sickness, should remind you of Christmas
Cause i’m always coming down with something
Like a young Santa
Understand, there will be no

rapping last Christmas 
Time 2 unpackage your gift (album is here)
SOS

Stuck on success 
Yes, I’m
Stuck on success 
Yes, I’m
Stuck on success 

Mama told

Christmas-Tree

Yeah, 5th Avenue, Upper Eastside
Ein Blick aus der Plaza-Suite reicht 'ne Galaxie weit (yeah)
Miene emotionslos wie nach Facelifting
Bigger

Dynamite

Afu-Ra

State of the Arts

2005

I'm fresh hell walls, like a schizophrenic rapist
Every album banks in a box like it's Christmas
What clinch this, I'm ready to dismiss
The mix of this

wait, hold up

Fuelband on press a button make my wrist
Think it's Christmas Hold up, hold up
Hold up bad bitches on me I guess money
Was the only thing

son
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like
Me on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man
And be original
"Word

another album
I ain't working on no lame shit
Genre clashing all the time
But I ain't ever lane switch
Some of you just play the role while
I've been

song
Let's appreciate it while it's on
For every soldier who got hit by a
Roadside bomb and lost an arm
If you got an arm put your fuckin'
Arm in the sky

those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad