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on a codeine diet
You can catch me in the lab steady decoding science
Rolling papers by Bob Marley filled with potent hybrid
Stoned in Zion, mind probably old

them go by
Cause my lyrics are as tactical as it gets
A poet from the city not the capital
My rhymes are rapid and static my flow's dynamic
My words are

left your dawg shitty
I'ma make these niggas hate me, ain't no love up in my city

Momma tell me you need to slow down, can't be movin' with no purpose

the smoke
City's been my growth
Don't need nothing from 'em I've been living with the most
Now I'm by myself and y'all need some help
Made originale
I give my

Okay, rich mother fucker home 505
From the east side of town where you don't drive by
What's that sound? It's another drive-by
Always got a mask

on me. I got whatchu need
I'm resurrecting funky rhythms
That'll move yo feet
At least bob yo head
Maybe touch yo soul
Chiza-Bam by my side
Coastslide we

On keeping staff 
I moved them to my city
I’m still helping when
They do me dirty
Man
I’m too forgiving 
But it got me this far
So I keep on giving

Some days

Straight bummin'
Make somethin'
Outta nothin'
Reconstruction
Do be comin'
Turn these streets to
City clubs
When all's said and done
The road is where we run

call you PJ by the way you tuck her
These rappers really SpongeBob memes
They trying to imitate me
Told her only came for the head, I ain't penetrating

your head to that gangsta swang
Swiggity swang where we hang where we bang
In the side of the city by the sea
Simply known as Long Beach
As I creep

If we catch the sunrise
It's only a moment passing us by
So how many moons have shined
Somehow here now
I don't really know quite why
But somehow

Get Up

Cocoa Brovaz

Lyricist Lounge, Vol. 2

2000

[Hook] *some lines will be added and withdrawn through the song*
Check the steel on the track make ya (Get up)
Big guns cocked back make ya (Get up)
Bob

the wok for better words he sip that lean now watch this bitch scream
Oh he keep laughing like he Bob till I put holes in him
My city like chi-town, put

spiked out, I can trip a referee, 
 Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from… 
  
 In New York, 
 Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, 
 Theres

deserve a toast they Told me stop the violence
You the hero and the city needs you
Now the city need me, I was getting threats by My own people
And if you

fit it acquit it/
Calabasas wit the moves/
Organically ripping the booth/
It get bizarre in my city/
So I chase an Eminem look at the proof/
You rookies

a re-up, swinging like my name sia
Scalped a bitch by bussing shots, he couldn't bob 'em or weave 'em
Niggas, swearing, up and, down
That they gone, take my,

The clouds too
Making history: Mob Music they Could bob too it
They wop too it, you even could pop The WAP to it
In the vault I got heat like a stove, a Trove

Ohh
Haa Ouu Whoahh Ouu Whoaahh
Ahh Baaa-by
Baby Yeaahh
Ouu Whoahh Ouu Whoaahh Ooaa Ohh Whoaahh
Yeah
Listen Baby Listen-teeenn
Are you willing to ride

Natureboy over everything
Don't run up on a nigga like me
Last boy tried it he ended up flying
Now his boys posting rip
Can't find Faygo in the city

it they will come kill us?
Young nigga trynna get weathy like Bob Dylan
This one for the city now who gonn be top billing?
I really be talking money

Rap Style 
Verse 1 (Jiggy Jamz):
Ayo we could go to war son, belive that,
Let me see you run shit with a bullet in your kneecap,
My city filled with

What's Clef

Wyclef Jean

Cheated (To All the Girls)

1998

of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please 

I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes 

New York City, don't get it confused 

Your song

What's Clef (Instrumental)

Wyclef Jean

Cheated (To All the Girls)

1998

hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"
Body moves, the battles, bullets,