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to live, then I'm a live, that's how the story goes

Chef Gordan with the sauce
I just want to be a boss
Nappii head in my stereo
DiCaprio
They acting
I'm

My words live between the bars of the page
And they set free when I release on stage
My raps just froze, from days of old
And my butter hit the book

From the gleaming clot of trembling vermin
If a faith and a belief aren't nurtured by the moist of blood
They do not grow, nor do they live
It is

The Glory

Flatbush Zombies

Vacation in Hell

2018

Spent the last twenty minutes holdin' the side of my head
I'll explain it as takin' cash on culture from the poachers
Scopin' everythin' I have,

myself distant from tiks and flees
Keep type of tire bald head like Shenay
Fuck tellin, Condo Rolex is parvay
King Tee is the nigga that them punks can't

whisper adlibs}

(Background Hook) (0:15 - 0:46)
Go, go on home. Ur banned. Just go home, go on home, on your own. Undead, immortal, walk on home, go head

words, but I heard what was meant. It was clear she was sent, by the one who was omni present, She said
Brother don't take lives for granted or at least

your rain down by me
I break down to my knees
I need some answers please
Oh I

Ok I'm coming back to murder them 
I'm planning on me
Got the rain pouring

lets me know when I die
No one's gon' be by my side
And I know that shits dark
But life ain't funny like that new Kevin Hart
All the loved ones that I

By default know that's money

And not on Insta-Live, I'm talking about real life
Everyday I grow that money 
Quarterly monthly and throwback money
You

Immortal

Apathy

It's the Bootleg, Muthafuckas! Vol. 1

2003

Hook plays once

"I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings
I have no rival, no man can be my equal."

[Verse 1]
I spit, to make the mic like

proud to listen
The secret of amalgamism and algorithm
Coming from where only kings and crowns permitted to darkness
Where archaeologists found my

Spraying the word like it bullets
We do not miss and we aim for the head
Tu-tu-tu-tu homies it's a drive by
Killing negative energy and giving you something

a stubble
And it's sad to see you act like you ain't just crumbled
Call us trash like you ain't that, don't mean to pop your bubble
I think your head is

Stupendous
All praise to the King of lyrics, I take thrones and I grant wishes
Speaking thoughts you cannot believe, Acting all like you not intrigued
But I'm

is not what I want to do 
I gotta do better if I want to get to live like a king
But that's only reserved to those who never stop improving
By

And I will grind my ass off every single fucking day
Let's get it
We great
And we don't flake
We come in chopping the heads off these snakes
Great is our

God Denied

Three Sixes

Three Sixes

and no longer denies
That his tragic future lies in the possession of the king
Who rips the holes though his soul, his holy spirit lies deceased
Branded by

from my hands
Cut the grass, all I see is snakes rattling with they lying ass
Off their heads, slice 'em up, all I need is a pen and pad
Tryna see more

the streets and I head to the booth
Childhood friends on the phone line
Praying that they get free the whole time, ain’t shit to lose
I protect everything

I just woke up to a blunt and some coochie,

Breakfast and head she turned me to a smoothie,

Snapped a few pictures right after we finished like

cure colds from me
And they get that shit that they
Sniff up there nose from me
It's a fucking rizzy
Cause I get fucking busy so fuck a city
I'm the king

can see resemblance by the hair. Next is my favorite arab in the whole world, King Salman of Saudi Arabia. Girls, dont be fooled by his freindly face,

the past has done too much damage
All these voices in your head will have you going planters
I got problems, I got issues, but I'm in my manual
I'm a king