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The Actual

All City

Metropolis Gold

1998

at the mansion
We light up the branson, and write hot shit to leave you dancin'
As we advance on through, All City (Crew)

Ready to flip shit, comin' through

Moroccan Jewels

Vinnie Paz

The Cornerstone of the Corner Store

2016

Barkin' up the wrong tree, parkin' on the wrong street
Get your shit, split your wig, lift him up five feet
Blow the weed, control the V, cops behind us

he's up, cause he ain't gon' play with you
Big J ain't gon' do no talkin', just gon' load up and spray with you
I ain't gotta prove I'm gangsta, my gang

can drill by myself, just pass me a Roxy
Stay off on them fake perks, just want to copy
Throw some P's, you know I ain't copping
If it's heat let me

all turn to snakes, you surrounded by serpents
These niggas be rats without no cheese behind the curtains
They thought I had fifteen minutes of fame,

ayo!
What's the business, boi? Ho ass nigga

Oh shit (Wow)
This that shit (Oh, my fuckin' God)
Turn this shit up (Wow) you funky dog head

Bitch, you

up a nickel cannon and fire at fickle fandom
Random how the rhymes coming now
Barely got time for em now
Caught a case of complacency yet I'm summonsed

J.C. Fogerty

Was Ridin' along side the highway, rollin' up the country side.
Thinkin' I'm the devil's heatwave, what you burn in your crazy mind?

Yeah
You know me
Sippin' on my wine
And minding my business
Staying out the way
It's 12 pm in Chattanooga
Ha we lit
Times like this you just be

Crimson/Crimson II [Continued]

Edge of Sanity

When All Is Said

2007

to liberate the writings from their cage
The glimmer of a feeble moon provided her with light
As she opened up the cover and began to read the page
Fly, soul,

hoes we be swapping em' out
She dm me on go but she stay in the H I can't wait to see her ima get in her mouth
Jacket be facing the north but I call up J

Kim J ballin' on these hoes ha
Young Ting you goin' crazy
Talk to em two three

I was just a nappy head child runnin' wild
Fucked up I went to court

yeah
Whole 'lot of racks in my schedule yeah
Covered by angels don't play with the kid (Play with the kid)
Margiela my jacket I'm done with Moncler
My

shit don't work then We at it again pick up yo feet big steppa don't trip
I said you my n**** then That's what it is
Cause I done been down I know it

up (Oh)
Started off by saying are you hungry cause I want some food
And then responding sure as long as for desert I know I'm getting you
Then
Was in

out here sad and broke, that's the real issue
But now is not the time for me to deal with you
Fresh J's on me, it's a regular day
On my 93 shit, yeah,

boy you gotta be ape here
And they dying to hate you, so watch your dreams
And watch them thirsty ass hoes, cause they plot and scheme
Set you up to get

all began out down on J Street
A good place to meet
We set off led by the moon
We walked along down the L and M
We do it again fast as friends
We could

My name Vinnie Paz
Cousin and I carry respect
I'm the puppet master, you a marionette
I ain't met a muhfucker that
Could challenge me yet
Fuck

thank the Lord
Push up, weight up, roll up, roll out
Autobot , transform, hop in that Bumblebee
Hangout with Liberty, YouTube AR-15
Burning Man, dust

Beat my drum 
By the way why you dumb
I’m black and I love my edikaikong
And fufu then I eat your mum
I beat your dad spank his bum
234 is the hood I’m

a lead ball and chain but I did it all the same ‘cause

Everybody's got a struggle, man
You can either let it stress you out or say fuck it
(Fuck it) Up

movin', I'm movin' the pedal, I'm movin' it fast and I gotta get better
You lookin' at me like I'm feather, by shelf with a bag with umbrellas
I'm boppin'

like I got my own god
Feeling like gut feelings that got stabbed by the heart
Feeling like my old friends that never tell me the truth

I been looking