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the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive

High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I

Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still

Freedom
Isn’t Free
(Yeah yeah)
Ohh freedom
(Yeah we going back old school)
Isn’t Free
I go by the name of Mc Rafiki
Mike check 1,2,3
Yeah
Check it

we got a creed)
Feel like King Arthur
If you try break my path
I will destroy you
I live by the sword I die by the sword
There won't be no complicity

already hit the stage where I felt my legs turn into jelly
I've faced my own defeats with nobody there to help
My albums in the stores, but the shows is

I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
​​​​​​ That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he

live just try to
With tight pants so she could show off the spine behind her
She fine but finer is the dime beside her
Lost a friend but Jennady

Go on let me slide inside, I love the way that you ride
Know you feeling the vibe, by the screw music I provide
I turn the tune up, two days before

Reporting live from the basement
Brought to you by Raw Creation
Huh, Jersey!
I was born in Dirty Jerz I do em too filthy
Seen a lot of people

Every Five Minutes

Grand Agent

Redneck Games

2004

of reckoning 
We make it so that when the album drop 
You cop nuff respect again 

[Chorus] 2x 
And now you want it like every five minutes 
You recognize

King of the Ghetto

Z-Ro

The Life of Joseph W. McVey

2004

a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right

thousand since I dropped with Wiz
Holy water, Bangkok sippin', I retired this
Worldwide Worthy got them singing like they from the set
Dead Prez Vol. 2 CD

NYC Street Corner Battle

Ultra

Big Time

1996

to be sweet, by keepin it street
Lazy poet and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers
And crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb

got wise by hard livin'
I sleep all day, smoke haze, manage` women
I spit these hard rhythms, it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy alone, can't

lil bitch tryna bone and fuck 

It’s a difference from niggas that talk it and live it I happen to be the one doing both 

Back in school I was

than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got

my hand on the mic
I'm a lyrical miracle you're
A spiritual criminal
Metaphysical syllables written by
The invisible
In two ways there's no pen yet I

Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't

states, and they voted  
Over 200 schools, 4 albums, I've changed 100,000 lives,
 Plus, every single rhyme I wrote it 
Imma Independent artist will

on 

Ain’t from a gang but i bang with my bros

Call me a crook but i live by a code

If i do dirt do that shit on my own 

And if i get caught gotta walk it

Intro: (All White G)
Oh yeah man
This this is gon be somethin' no-one's bound to forget for the rest of their lives
God
The amount of effort that

much solace
Like 30 days when that EBT hits your wallet
I wonder if I'm live in dream, moe
My corneas are open and I'm so foco
I guess its real cuz don't

tampons
Into my ears, just only not to
Hear all these wack-ass albums, brought to
The industry by ‘em dumb skinny and tattooed
Freaks, their raps -

kill my homiez niece and uncle 
Just walks right by me should I straight floor em 
Naw homie instead im gonna pray for em 
In 7 weeks when this album