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the drop on some foes
Hop in action I'm letting go 
Traveling thru these times of trials I gotta stay on that road, bro 
We ain't pushing no buttons

how you really feel, before time flies by.
When I kissed your lips I could feel the pain of your emerald heart, pumping into your brain. You've got

that'll die over time
Like the ends of her black hair, grass by her lawn chair
She just wants something like her soul inside
That's why I bought

Roses for

She wants shots
Lemon drops
Red headed sluts
Keep em coming don't stop
Till we drop dead Fred
Pass out in bed
And by bed, I mean anywhere you fall

Mass controlling
Bound by self
On division
Void of soul
Automata
Forged shapes becoming real

It's all a masquerade
It's all in your head
If the illusion

back...)
You wimpered for help
(...to hell and this time it's over for good)
As I knew you would
(I can't stand you, I'm disgusted by you, still want you, I

Pop 'Nuff Shit

Chubb Rock

I Gotta Get Mine Yo

1992

this
Like a fabric from a seamstress, I'll cut you like a hem
Hack you like phlem
And friends are hard to find so be careful
Said by my man The are

never wanted to play us
Up yours kwona wonke lama Promoters angafuni ukughafa when it's that time to pay us
One by one we will eliminate each an everyone

spend more time thinking of me on the clock
She told her boss
I might leave at the drop
Throw hats on the floor
Then she hit the parking lot
What can I

the color make me
Space Bar
Caps Lock
Escapn

Black Tee
Key for The King
You can Miss me on the same shh
Potatoes
Cross on my Chain
In the Neck a the woods

deh yah vibes, feelin' right
Demons dem a look through fi mi third eye
See couple gyal, inna di party, me waa try
Cold mind of I
TKelly, code a key so

said soundboy killer, pasta for dinner,
Tweet, tweet, bare twits on my twitter,
Jack's back and he's black, course I'm a ripper,
Sweet MC's be bouncing

flip-flops match the Polo
King, bricked up like I'm Giannis at the foul line
I'm blowin' up and they all sayin' it's bout time
God flow, prayers to the bando

Verse 1
It's been a long time 
Feel like hip hop left you
So I drop every year 
Like uncle murders nephew
I do it for  the ladies 
So I gotta make it

niggas Scottie Pippen
Red track red seats bitch I need a red key
You know Nel that's my brother and I fuck with SRT
Black glock magazine man I keep that

sharp on the keys like a black note

You, Surrounded by Hypocrites; grasp for Highs
But I've told you We won't see each other; at least 3 Times
Sugar and  Mais; Long Hair Size; My Bill

proof
Tell me how you didn't know by now that I'm really the truth?
Yeah, just like Paul Pierce
Fresh as fuck and it ain't even fair
Try to play me, nah,

Password safe they don't know my line
Your ting text back man she coming over
Half goat, demigod, hooves like Grover
The gang drive by in the all black Rover

Say tonight, we gon' make love all night
Let's get high, real love never dies
Black stars in the sky, forever you and I
The way you wear your red dress,

Keys with me when I black Out
What a fucking week, what a year , it's the past now
Never gonna not have paper in the trap house
Crew got solidified, yea

Gotta get the pay on
Yo Nigga dead wrong

-

Fuck Nigga better know
Imma get to the dough
Can't waist no time ride around 5 poles,
Bad bitches 5 Hoes,

wanna be me
Don't try to copy, you don't wanna be me, don't try to put me on TV
Tryna stay low-key, I'm just a genie, servin' these wishes from Satan

Speed, cause when I roll up
Peep the baddest shawtys, packin 40"s
Stay whippin' with Me
Like 'em nasty on me, black and glossy
Like piano Keys
Pockets fat