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mind
And see the feminine is divine
Great talents combine
As I pass it off to H-Nine
Nine in this house
Lighting it up then burn it down
I'm dancing like

face and be telling you lies
You could only fool me once, but I wont be surprised
If I squeeze on it once then you wont be alive
This is my class

Make your guts fall out
Like when you crack a dutch
I hear you rapping, I be cracking up
Like you can't be serious
This nigga is hilarious what you tryna

the twitch
Back when we were kids
From 16 to 64 bit
On the floor sit, six or more hours
Only thing that'll take me from this
Is a power outage
Or I'm outta

crack ya jaw
You thought you was safe from this
Here I am with gats and all
I'm alive
Moments that there sum inside me
That creepin up to take me out
Feel

It's been a long time I been killing niggas
Playing mortal kombat I been swinging swords
Yeah I do this everyday
Slay enemies by any means rip bones

back
I'm from where a bitch a kill you and they all trap
Mall bags getting made by the Reynold's rap
Everybody puttin orders in watch em bring it back

And even if we go our separate ways we won't be separate 
Girl this bond is indefinite 
Been grinding for a couple hundred days
You've been so patient shit

Killin Nigguz

MC Eiht

Death Threatz

1996

your head from this stone cold killin' nigga

Ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill
We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill...
Boom bam in the house

even on my way, a frequency scale
My rhythmatic form
How it rips it right off the back
And our army is finicky, vengeance swells
You hate this male you

went viral
Motherfuckers don't care if you Break your back, heart or your Spine
But I got dreams, mama saying oh This house is mine
Almost crashed out

fear

Yeah, y'all talked this to that I held my head and persevered

'Cause now the live wire empire expands with grands of fans

Black Sheep by popular

non-airable
The aesthetics are way too damn starable
Big ol' loopy baguettes the ear lobes
Got em talking like who is this Arab though
Every time they doubt me

To give us chiefs and sheriff
I  mean these motherfucking thieves
That was when Jesus came from Europa
Escorted by his brother
His twin from Arabia
They

lethal/
Watching over those that I protect high from a steeple/
Ain't no need to fear the good guys are here/
Evil doers beware by standers stand clear/

the Lord leading on
If you're hearing this beat
And ya feeling this heat Shey you wanna join me 
Throw ya hands up
From the church 
To the street

to 'em
If it's true the medium is the message like Marshall McLuhan
Said, and I assume it is, then I'd be some kind of angel
Elevated, illuminated from

This is what life is all about
Broken bonds on fake news
On Twitter fingers, that's all you
Can't believe it's really been two years
You niggas still

festering as I'm chugging a dozen of this medicine
Motherfucker look at me you shook with me now
I'm running these laps and I'm hunting you down
I'll sniff

the celebration! 
This evening is pronounced in my memories by the amount of laughter and talking and pictures and trying to make up for lost time in one night. This

by Whitney Houston back in 1992
I don't do it for the views, no, I do it for fulfillment
And as long as that is true can't nobody take that from you,

that's when the government falls Revolt by the coming folk, bringin' down the walls
All we want from is us rightfully ours
Citizens with guns that rise for

Eastside army
This is Phoenix Arizona
I'm posted like Amar'e
Bitch I ain't got time for games
I ain't fuckin wit no sorry
I just do da shit like Caine
But I

the deception
They war is decided by the one who has the funs
After 500 of oppression
Your still ah fall for the deception
So divided you can’t make demands