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bring nothing to the table nigga how u gone eat
Two phones hard to reach for niggas trying to go leach
Show you the way and you still lost
Laughing

on the wood
Bet your last brick hot like wind
You got burnt by your last bitch
James Bond beemer’s cruising through
The city slums get your money youngin nigga

I'm taught is mine 
But is nothing more than a constructed playground for frigid capitalists
The body is a vessel for change and redefinition
Adorned,

The Regiments of Steel

Chubb Rock

The One

1991

shoes
Your feet can't say a rhyme this time, you lose
But I respect you for what you accomplished, a great deal
Just admit you can't handle the steel

All I need is your love
Caring about my loved ones
Only

All my life I've pursuing
Nothing that worth about

After finally approached by
Your

don't get bounced
Take it higher but not by the ounce
Hey
Waited long enough for it all
Hey
On a hunt and you high on the hog
Hey
Tell em spin it when it

me some game
I Curry'd the aim
Nothing's the same once I learned how to shoot
Took over like James
I wanted the fame
A couple of rings
I want me

how to aim
Shoot like LeBron James

Yuh, aye, yuh!

Telling my niggas I gotta be the best
Superman but without the S
Spiritual but I'm feelin like I'm

What's the point of living if we living in a lie
Got some suspicions in the middle of July
Nothing but bullshit you said when you reply
People leave

Taking place of patience
Is races for compensation
I'm searching for it in places
Compiled with drum and basses
I'm chasing down all of my favorites

Woke up today, magic
Made it through, magic
To this day, magic
Step by step, magic
Feeling so blessed, magic
Feel the breeze, magic
Nigga, please,

Gassin' yourself up but this is not a fair race
You're like Trinidad James, I'm timestamp Drake
Toxic energy, I can't have it near me
I can't stand

I got pistol by my side, now there's no more suicide
I'ma see you tell a lie, I'ma put it 'tween your eyes
Thought I'd apologize, for nothing
I really

bitches ain't for me
I do not Know what 
You want from me babe
I got good weed 
And I got good drank hey 
Pull up on me 
I play good defense
What you gone

I'm not sorry 
Written and performed by,
Janet Gardner and Justin James

Another Sunday press repeat
Another weekend feels incomplete 
Stop wasting

only she and God could seem to see
He was 16 and licorice black with a handsome smile
And perfect teeth
Just like his daddy
And was shot and killed by

Oh this a stu_b beat by the way 
Haha
Bitch bitch bitch
YEAH, ha
First imma talk some shit 
Provo cleaner than some surgeon kits
DVO fly, y'all worse

some mail for em, then lift his ass wit the glock like we in weight room, had a 250 bags but the whole pack gone, moved dog food by the brick off 2 of my

was nothing serious bitch!""

""Who brought the coke in here?""

""Who brough the dope in here?""
""Who brought the automatic guns?""

""Who want to get

Epic rap battle parodies jAMES WAN
VS wES CRAVEN
BEGIN

Straight from the grave
This ghost’s come to face off?
Then I’ll flip this around as our ways

by surprise on JMSN Pricilla
You can look me in my eyes and
See the face of a killer
B done took them for that ride
No trace of a squealer
Unorthodox

for a name nothing to get you touched
Potent floral brownie scout pearled Inside my blunt
Dis here come from Illinois nah dis Aint runtz
Cash rule

Super Official

Hilltop Hoods

State of the Art

of your crying,
Jealous cause we striving and inspired by truths,
They know nothing bout surviving with the times and the news,
And whole image is a lie

They took it out and put in a cup
c week goes by, and im back for my follow up
Walked into the room and it felt a little colder
Doc showed me his folder