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'em
Like an album, pop 'em
Never gonna flop on you
And you know it when I do
Such lyricism, just for you
To admire, this was just an intro
Now without

'Bout It

3LW

Step Up [Circuit City Exclusive]

2006

Couple more album before I retire
Most of these rappers ain't nuttin? but liars
Hollered by the killers when they sang in the choir

Straight from

want to reach at least a million)
Dropping this after dark ambient
Feels strange but that's okay
I'm bambiing for some uh
(Bitch slay)
Making albums

today)
So silly hoe you lose (not at a time)

Ayyio, cross collaborzation on your album kid
I do a one off and still get a million kid
Why you got a record

talking 'bout the Porsche out here
You in the nosebleeds, come down to where the cross-eyed is
How a nigga with a rojo rag end up in Soho
Bag, any bitch

words
So i knows it's real
You double cross me again
I'm go Holyfield
Stop thinking Outta anger
Gravitated with more perspective
I'm grateful for

cross by and
The other day I wrote down thoughts of words made no sound the future I've found
Do you want to hear it?
The worst of those feared is

the walk cuz i walked it
I been fightin all my fuckin life i seen too many coffins
I need a break it's monotonous
I take the rum and the weed and i cross it

they ain't even met us, 
Tried to get me they ain't even get us, 

Niggas don't ride by code,
Niggas ain't touching road them niggas they fold, 
U know

ARTIST: BRANDON JORDAN 
ALBUM: THE RISE OF NEPTUNE 


(x2)
I wanna be your lover 
Don’t wanna be a friend 

I wanna be your lover 
Don’t wanna be

[Album : Luminescence Repackaged]

Tell me is it worth the pain
When our pride plays the wrong game
Blinded by suspicious mind
Thougt u could read my

And I'm back by a popular demand, huh
I think I'm the man, huh
Nah, fuck it baby
I know I'm the man
I know who I am
If the money running low
I'ma get

Constitutional murders Justified Homicides
Paid off assassinations cover up suicides
Walk ups and drive bys or explosive pesticides
However you want

put on my rap album
Tryna chase the feelin'
Gotta fuckin' trap pack 'em
We got glass matchin' and I'm thinkin'
"How would that happen?"
Kid brings his

you get stuck in a slender photo album,
cut out of frame and spectrum but cradling
a large white poodle after one too many bourbons,
your focus a serial

as long as it spreads
Ducks, they in the shallow water followin' bread, the fuck?
I'm 'cross the pond, jaywalkin' the Autobahn
I'm in the motherland

You see me at the bottom
Now you know I'm up next
Life was never easy
I've been through enough stress
Blinded by the vision all I want is success

now I ain't fucking with a bitch ass hoe
Drills arnt my thing but this album I'll put it aside
Imma fly high and then glide by I will never die
Gunshots

time’ll have me flat by the life line 
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it

time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album

from a co-stoner
Told you before, we ain’t stoppin’ ‘til we on
It’s ironic how I had to burry ya, so you could cross over
And pass away, I’m that nigga

a manger
Mary said she fucked god but prolly just fucked a stranger
Then fiction is an album by bad religion 
And a song 

So sing along be the poison pawn

revolution! revelation!

Random firing of the synapse don't forget to look up
Why should I fear?
When was I less by dying?
I am a facilitator of dreams
Secular

Tell a whole story by painting a picture
Different colours by creating a mixture
Pumping out songs, like it's an addiction
Move to a new canvas, like