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a banger
Leave it at the door down by the coat hanger
Do me a favor, shut up and listen
Relish in the music as we locate our mission
Found Scorpius to align

shh, then cue in the music
Like we’re livin’ in a scary movie
Once upon a midnight dreary
Sitting by the fire in our study feeling scary
Writin’ our

in my brain lead
Aaahhh
Had an album release, an EP in the works
Summoned sounds on the beats like a beast in the verse
And I found lots of peeps with

slackness (Uh)
Pete Rock's sounds of blackness (yeah)
The dark gauges the flavor I supply
Now it's do or die
(Woo) , others are rolling the chocolate thai
I

remember watchin' cats like
Mos Def freestyle in the park, after dark
Just talkin' random thought
That might not even necessarilycome off
The dome like that

"produced by me"
Fuck with me, you get no more Sleep, no more sleep till I R.I.P
Hold up, how I do rock, metal, Trap, rap and all of it flowing Like agua
You

had sharpened to get your head impaled in it
Like a sword that was brought by the thought of Yog Sothoth
With these prophetic words that are combustible

on the music got to say
I'm not looking for clout, I'm not looking for fame
In 5 years we'll see who keeps on killing the base
By that certain of time I might be

Master Thesis

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

molded in Assyria
With processed Beryllium by the quintillion
They cooked on symmetrical stoves
With my logo etched above the hole where they inserted

go
My insecurities are calling me
Kill the beat casually
In this casual tee, stacking casualties
Album 2 talking to the demon next to me
That's true

Evil Lair

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

Intro
You got it

1st Verse
In my evil lair I’m right there

to sole
Sole
Sold!
Sell outs for a prostituted wealth
Gains mean and meant by
The whole world gazes in anger nigh
While projected virtues signal wretched

1989

Devlin

Bud, Sweat & Beers

2010

started mine, now I'm like 'what happened to the time?'

Fifteen, bag of weed, bag of beers in the park
Duckin' out from Feds in the dark.
Then we

By the overpass
Telling my daughter
I love her through the plexiglass
Now I'm about to smash
Modern jazz at Alcatraz
Made a whole rap album
I didn't

Cross 'Em out and Put a 'K

Westside Connection

Bow Down

1996

I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this record
No R& B tracks, just niggas on wax
Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps
Every nigga in

siege, hoes

I am surrounded by legends
Even when I don't fit in, I get in
You ain't gotta pat me down
To find the weapon
Scott Stallone won't even
Adjust

heights
But in hell
I reside
You be naming
It life
For the death
Coming by
Every second in time
All the breaths are inclined
To an endless
Demise
Finna come

album with three lines
The blueprint, focus the bul
Now my pockets are full and my niggas are straight
Hold up, part in the flow, let me bet on this race

of eppy
I'm in forward but now what, I default on the habits, are preconceived
I've been mortified, mom in Croatia, while I try to sink, but my pin in

Let's Ride

Choclair

Ice Cold

1999

bet against Chizz-nocks
Count your loss
See I don't care what you think or say

What you do, I got a crew that run up in your HQ
Dissed by who, six

Pockets swollen, yours are miniature
I'm going forward, never in reverse
Cross me, and I'm getting sinister
I'm the closer, I'm the finisher (Whoa)
Makes no

I’m traumatized traumatized
From them dark nights
Brodie in them trenches
Yea he clutching on a pipe
And best believe when I’m on
Yea we eating right
Ik

it sounds shit but I'm in another location
Anyways hows your life going, what are you baking
What are you making, are you gonna say
Or are you gonna

(Ey) , maar ik ben R (Ey)
Waggie in T (Ey) , reizen S (Ey)
Eerst met een G (Ey) , schrijf nog een K (Ey)
Als ik je zie, dan doe je shook
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