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The boy who lived
Shittin'  me, shittin' me
Shittin' me, shittin' me
Shittin' me, shittin' me

Shit, it be comin' too easy to me
I just said what I

first
Messages encoded from the crypt
Been a century since I seen my enemies
Tryna take my energy
Brain matter splatter on your girl
John F kennedy
I am

whack man for real bro pardon
I can't be stopped when ya boy is starting
I pitch a complete game, who am I to blame
When I belong inside the hall of fame,

Yeah, it's like 8:00 in the morning, but the block still jumpin'
Fuckin' around, by 9 o'clock, I done made like twenty-somethin'
It's 9:30 now,

learning the ways that was taught to me blinded by bills
I am more than the currency currently dyin' for dollars and dotting the field

getting screwed, oh, yeah, One of one I am the truth
Try to touch me off the map, you're removed, oh, yeah

I just been stackin' and stackin', Like I been

click and lit, see my Bic flicker on
Tires by Michelin, Route 1 North
If you relate to what I say, dude, come forth
You rolled in late, you're hearing it

surprised when ya girl gets pregnant
And the boy comes out with a speech impediment
I mean
He gon fuck it up un t t til he on the scene
With my genes
He'll be

a childish thing to do
But I just remembered I'm writing a song about my sadness
So that probably beats it out by a little 
It's right at this moment I see how

Thumbin' through racks in the back of the 'Bach, huh

Kill tag, ridin' shotgun in a Hellcat
Tick him off like a motherfuckin' Tic-Tac
I am not the one

throwing back
And I know that you said your niggas was solid
But as it turns yea that boy is rat
Get him cheese, I ain't neva pressed a nigga over no sleaze

You're gone
What will I do baby, not that you're gone (Gone)
You're gone (Gone)

Southstar talking over chorus
What am I gonna do?
You know I miss you
You

get myself together
And build a better me
Real perplexed, by this country by this country I live in
Land of the free? So they keep building prisons
Home

Texan Mexican, I got a country grammar
You can call me Jim Adler- hit her ahh with the Texas hammer-huh
Money-makin' Mexican, that's what I am-huh
Fuck

So X-Treme

Murphy Lee

Murphy's Law

2003

(feat. King Jacob, The Professor)
[Intro: King Jacob]
Ight, I am not a crook
..I'm a pimp
Uh, Yeah
Murphy Lee da Skool Boy
Yo professor where

mess with broke bitches, I'm about the money ways
Everyone look at me now like I am on a villain phase
She just cut the roster, free agents lookin' for

abuse we can't erase
We can't hide the truth
It's on our face
We can't hide the truth if we want change

"I am a language you don't speak"

some niggas in the grave and I'm grieving and every season I'm playing
Defense tryin catch your opps slippin boy you know your clock tickin I am not

The Professionals

Tracey Lee

Many Facez

1997

ByStorm business. 

Tell yo honey to go and listen. 

I need for you and the Reepz to put a hit 

out on the industry. 

You know my fee. Wit a ten

sense
Since I'm cool like a freeza
All you do is talk about your actions
Onomatopoeia
Yeah that boy Z.Wil may be meek
But I never been weak
Ziptie tight

talkin' noise like a big boy
Never will I switch up no fouls or no hiccups
Cambo if you throw the lob you'll get your assists up
Swear to God, God said

the Midwest got the City doing back flips
Simone Biles gymnast walking by Without slipping
Hardly a feat you could ever do Merman with the Hermans
I couldn't

wont ask for their own shit back 
I dont dick ride, I dont kiss ass
Im a call the shit just like it happen 
Boy you big cappin 
You aint been snappin 
Im

be
Slim Shady or just like me WesSki tha Original Ghetto Cracka MC
I got so much juice I spit it out by the cup fulls introduced your eardrums
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