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burial
Going the ground don't make a sound splat
Lost and i'm found caught and drowned flat
I got the crown pass it around strap
Bullets abound who casting

Man down
Before we get another
Man down
Let's hear it for our brothers
Man down
There's no need to keep it all inside
Man down
Don't you live by

free card
Surrounded by em' but I need bars Fit inspired by '61
Like I'm Melo up in the Garden going retarded
Before you cancel me, I was talking about

"I'm the next big thing, crown me king"
"I don't fuck around dunny
It's most real" - Prodigy 'Keep It Thoro'

So just bow down like Japanese custom

on the ceiling, I'm the anti-villain
Raised in the time Wea we eat or start to rumble
Album number 4, sit back n remain humble
Off the set, count up the dead,

doubt me 
I might leave the county 
Got me as a bounty 
I'm feeling surrounded
By all these fake actors 
U come to my block better pray to your pastor 
I

hindsight hummin
Sayin, don't forget to get your bright mind right homie
Losin track distractions lead to jack-shit
Casting over satisfaction, never lastin

cuff me, pull up your accounts
Spin up all your cheese, get my money then I bounce
I'm higher than the stars, you can call me Sailor Goon
My album about

to snatch that crown
It's game over, what? Now you think I ain't told you? It's game over
I'm rapping steady man, I ain't Oprah, came to spit that fire like

or the
Legs of a hoochie
And that's off top like a toupee, I'm 2Pac
Coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops
Go and cop my album
Get high to it, pop some

on phonics
Plays by sonic Gin no tonic
Drug dealin sober
Ain't that so ironic
2k in my joggers

A Tahoe in my closet
My name ain't on mmmphhh
But I covered

Darkenin' my thoughts
Like nights before Edison
Sayin' farewell to the old me
Ghostly figures casting spells
In the closet with my skeletons
Is where I dwell

stage, forever bound
The unending weight so heavy on my head, the hopeless crown
And I don't see where I'm going
Too caught up in this moment
Maybe I'm

that's Atlanta B
Niggas winning what I'm genuinely glad to see
Now motion over here that ain't reciprocated back to me
Slow better than the no get it

It's not what you think but a confound
In the midst of the mix
They regret the moment I summon the pain crown
Together by souls of the unsound
My mind

don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella

man I swear that fucking does it
Now I'm out hear picking bitches by the dozen
You out here picking bitches cuz you think you love them
Unh
You out here

Wish death when they envy man

Perpetrate propaganda as I'm killing these stanzas
Know I hail from the M, but my brand's so Atlanta 
I mean oh oh my

The end has arrived, this album reached the end of its time... the end of its time
I'm low on supplies, the paint on the canvas is dry... the canvas

even the saviour got betrayed by jews

They left me to drown but I made it
(I don't wanna Die Young, fvck you)
Give me my crown mehn I mean it
(I been

of y'all basic, I'm acid the rapper
I'm Donald on a good day, I'm traffic in Atlanta on a bad one
Y'all ad-libs to my anthem, your best days my average
Y'all

Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man

Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man

Fantastic 4

Big Punisher

The Professional

1998

85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders