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medicine on these drums
I'm just a young nigga tryna get my funds 
Educate the youth like the chosen one 
Rowdy Taylor man that's the son 
I might be young,

ordained we call him brother minister 
Wont start nothing but dont think he wont finish ya
Injury ya leave you identified by your dentals 
But still speak

Introducing
ONE
Lifting up the only undefeated King forever
Now on the mic who goes by Sacred Jerome
We back

This the comeback but we was never gone

you tell
By the drum kick
So slick and he's so raw, watch out
Catch salmonella
They think he cheating like Rockefeller
She stay wet under umbrella

instrumental
Started with the base
Focus on the fundamentals
Let a man hate
Leave him with a sour taste
The fans gravitate to
A dream that I chase
They feelin'

sending excuses claim he's exposing a sinner
Momma reading all the shit that he send her hoping to get her
Only son to reach back out, not defend her,

Make 'em laugh, make 'em laugh. 
Don't ya know ev'ryone wants to laugh. 
My dad said "Be an actor my son; 
But be a comical one!" 

They'll be

instrumental one night the pros and cons I weighed
That was when I made the choice to make the trade
I've been dreaming of rocking the stage since back in

this is precision
I hopped on this instrumental just to kill it man
That sensual braille flow you gotta feel it man
As a kid I had to make grown up

murder
By the cro magnon son of Adam tango with the serpent
Waltz with the seven headed beast to nirvana
Grind on the madonna as she whine pon your honor

starts out simple then it goes far
Saw a kid get crippled by a crowbar
Then kicked in the temple 
He was limp they were mental
Cus he meant to do the same

As the day go by, I just think to myself
As the day go by, I just count up my wealth
I just take me a knee, then I pray to the sky
Gotta' get on my

If Your Aim is True 

Words and Music By Lloyd Tosoff SOCAN/BMI

Verse 1

Pulled into a hotel bar
On the road to Saskatoon
It was a hot July ‘neath

and only
But you claim that you don't know me
But you would pay top dollar if you could clone me
You'd even give away your son, your one and only
These

swear I'm just passing by don't pay me no mind
Let me gone and get my ass back to where this money reside 
You jump in here just to be clear you're

Flip on instrumentals
While l o kicking that language arts
It's no coincidence we linking up
We be connected like we syncing up
Tip toes while we

I'm sorry miss jackson, son started approachin' me
If I'm in a casket, 2xW #3
I laid on top the choppa, fell asleep dreamin' 'bout home invasion
Move

to idolize
N' this ain't the only highlight reel
Ask me in a year I'mma tell you how that high life feel, aait
Always on toes, how I kill these instrumentals

me in the zone
Look how far we done gone
dodging all the hate that was thrown huh
Pain in my mental, I spill it on every instrumental (Yeah)
Fact that

smiles
And like a hundred thou
By then, that will be light shit
Got my son right by my side
Living a lavish life
That I grinded hard for
I ain't going out

a lookin' at the years as they flew by
This Son of a Sailor sailed under a starry sky
For all these years your attitude, well, it never changed
And a Last

I grab the mic like, “It is I, son!”
Cleverly rhyme, sever the ties when the time comes
And when tides roll and swell, I’ll be caught up in

told my ass I special
Cuz I didn't know shit but causing wrath with a pencil
Wrecking havoc on the tempo
Attacking the instrumental
Disintegrating your

the son, also be the one who reign
Yeah my life is the attraction ups and downs just ride with me
Bitch my life an instrumental and they actions is the beat