Lyrics:
to find if you beefing or tryna rhyme//
But I don't like war, what real nigga do?
The fake ones brag and get killed by they crew
I live for the code
too nice
I saw two bitches I'ma need the whole crew twice
I'm in a type of shirt like I never heard of Leopards right
And you could tell I've been
I don't get offended by the thinking of the old
Where I'm at is where I go, and a circle ain't my thang
So it seems there were two gangs
Not
you'll back out with the same crew
Or new crew, it's whatever man your life is all up to you
Said I live for the night
And I drink like a thick
And then I
the Prince of Tides did
Playing what's funny with Muhammed, Tip, and Phife
It's keeping it alive, not a dive from the live
But the dead so selector rewind
what it look like?
What part of the game is that?
You fuck around wit' my track, blaow, part of the flaming stat.
I live the God knowledge, my book
Eight one three to the five one two
Hate runs deep through the mind of the crew
I was never meant to fly and never flew
Coolin' in the sky like
motion only the strong survive
But on the 6 or the 5
Live is how the sets used to be, at the Racquet
Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchett
Or either
Honestly, I've been kinda rude since ninety-two
They knew, since my youth, that some screws were kinda loose
Abused for the views that I held, I'm
security, drift by the day
Mercedes, drone on, crack Clem, for the first verse
Currently, well, finna get your own switch, cause you're live
But shut up,
badgering emcees with my dialect
When I inject memory cell motors retrospect
To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect
Directed live from the 2-1-2
the cybernetic cascade
Blade Runner walks, with shadows by his side,
In the neon city, where illusions hide
Verse 3
Through the smog and haze, he tracks his prey,
me feeling Rich Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man doing up bench
Cause they
was high
T-you-V-W-X ask Why, you die with blood pourin out your da-da
You want the ri-ri-ri-ride from hardthorn, abide by your crew from a 735-i
eye
Flavoring additive no artificial primitive
Your lucky God was on your side to say "Just let him live"
No partner interprise that wack shit
(featuring Rhymefest)
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Two steps from the border line
Anything closer will kiss the nine
Think I'm out the game? You out
the crew ain't there?)
Wa woiß I?
Soulmade
Gässlesrap Kollektiv
We outchea
Schwäb'sche Alb represent
Fuadi:
One, Two - auf'm Tregger wenn I Punchlines
'em
Don't matter what crew, every last one of 'em
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
Tactic oblivious niggas tryna be buddy-buddy
Forget the bud, like wtf
Homie skull got a hole like a hollow point
Never been ever tainted by evil endeavors
LAX when I land out in Huntington for the views
Tryna get in Guinness for bagging the most women out in Venice
Under garments discarded by two
Truth be
in mind
I said ooh ooh rocking with my crew
I said ooh ooh with God we can't lose
I said ooh ooh we living by the truth
I said ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh okay
something you want do, just so you could win
If I don't make it with this track, then do it again
Closest friends might be hating, I don't know why
I need
get left exhausted
Man I live on planet rhyme I be up here saucin
Raw bars they been raw need gordon Ramsay on a track
Bounce y'all like pin ball y'all
I'm an Angel in dust
Dirt on me stained from the mud
But I turned that clay into grub
Serve plates to the munch's
I can feed a banquet with just
Two
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