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Everything is everything but everything
Is trust me i follow old school rules
I don't need tools fuck around
I just might grab you by your neck tight
D-E-C-A-Y

tell me which invisible man do you believe in?
There is a statue which points to the Holy Grail in Turin
Though it seems rather accusing when you

murder mine
Don't know what I been through in my life, I turned my hurt to lines
My life is a movie, black and white, a lot of chapters vile
Lotta shit

Y'all don't want no fucking part of me
The art I bleed is arguably the heart that needs to start to beat
For y'all to see that hard emcees are not

to get out of my body
To see where my mind going
Going going gone
It's out of there
Ot the next state
Keep it a buck like in milwaukee
Who art thee better

misunderstood
It's a battle in demand sealed lips divide
Across the block emcees Rocking black through to white
Is it guts, skill or knowledge on the mic?

playboy hit that 3 peat
Just trynna hit the cha cha slide
Close my eyes and then I glide
I'm smoking to get high
I ain't trynna just roll on by
New kicks

to get out of my body
To see where my mind going
Going going gone
It's out of there
Ot the next state
Keep it a buck like in milwaukee
Who art thee better

None of you told me in time
See Bob Tudawli and the great white hunter
And old RUM JUNGLE Jack
Laughin and drinkin' none of ya thinkin'
of the thirsy

This is why you're in the wrong place
Boy in high hat, I'm at it again, baby
Scars of a sinner, tears of an angel
Blood of a goddess and the sky

being a con artist

… By "con" I mean contract. Thinking we bond over hot snacks and wise cracks?
Nah, your name on the line, Jack plus all of the little

imitating the movements of a shrimp. For those who master the art of shrimping, however, it is a magical ritual that promotes the most profound harmony with

of the darkest of arts
In the shroud of the shadow
Till the hellfire is sparked
The revolution will be classified
This song is programmed to self-destruct
See you

might pooper scoop ya like a doodie pile
I'm up all night, don't do no white, what the fuck I'm racist now?
These bitches they ready but I won't fall like

cells out just like a fart
(Skrrt, Farting)
I done fucked yo' mama by the time
You get paid for yo' art
(Aye, aye, stupid ass)
This troop coupé, dippin'

fucking child

You stupid bitch, look at me when I'm talking to you
You fucking bitch, look what you fucking made me do
Is this what you wanted
Is this what

Maybe 'cause I grew up in a different way
(Privilege ass white boy)
Chip on my shoulder
Its just getting bigger
As I'm getting older
Don't wait on your

can fill your heart
Maybe you can turn life into art
Maybe you can bring light to the dark
Maybe you can be the missing part
At the start I knew

up
I put this ice on to light it up
Only 200 to line you up
N****s is crazy who try with us
Yeah that lame n***a he give you dick, but I give you dick

chemistry ain't flowing I can't be your guy
All my niggas fried box is hot as we just making sells
Ducking inna dodge
Make it by
Pills just keep me high
Bill

the Ruger
I call y'all niggas jokes
Y'all niggas funny just like Bernie Mac
Riding round with RR

Don't fuck with us, burn you with the Mac
Finna Jack this

to be jack of all trades couldn't get near far
Here Lord You take the wheel I can't deal cards
Small group that's a journey that You sent me
I stood two

Yeah, Lil $lim
South side baby sippin' on this juice
By the pool don't give a fuck
I got your best friend, yeah, she goin loose
J'ai leve vite ou we,

are freezing
Silence is music to the ear, unless you’re hard of hearing
Start cheering if you’re a true believer
In utilizing this art form and mic