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Turn when possible - already twisted
Hold on - bye!
And I think the guitar came out
Followed by twenty albums
There is only the top in front of me
You do

comin’ for it,
Chop it off clean feed It to the pigs,
I’m the krazy kracka this my introduction,
I’m grimy on the mic I ain’t touch a pole,
I know I’m

Defined by delivery I was cmazon 

I am not of this world it's what I landed on 

I shoot my shot till it's empty you rappers canons gone

Mc's

We've been here for days.
If this album is fire.
I'm about to get a raise.
I've been going off topic.
Smoking lll chronic
cin't no rapper going to stop me

started
Creeping by the window crying (huh?)
Bens truck, hop out with a stick I'll be fess up (what?)
Tesla, rock out in white coat, professor
Man I'm

down roads, and buy everything sold
Wasnt New York enough,
ain't West Coast enough
Yo
Album barely gold,
guess I ain't try enough
Video wasn't fly

as tall
Put whipped cream on my dick make you hoe come and lick it off
Yell timber all you want bitch, Rico will never fall
They like he's old, old news, he

The type of nigga to go
To your album release party
Grab the mic then boo you like, "Who you?"
Fuck who's who
I'll make a nigga's doo rag do not want

Kay s: that's the reason why the slate being cleaned catch me ever blazing and you'll never dirty question 
Flash:  Cuz i be the new born
Kay S: cnd be

the bottom
Now we headed to the top
Our new album dropped
And all the pressure's off
Like Geno I'm written off
But I didn't write back it takes more to set me

jumped off the porch
Killing rappers left and right don't even check the corpse
By the time you hear this, ceej will be in New York
XXL we coming VO

to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying

a project to actually flop
But no
This not how this shit go
I been working and working
From summer to cold
From new to old
They love when the boy touch road

on that mic aye
Yeah
I swear I love it like springtime
SnapBack wife beater
New shades white sneakers
You think that y'all cleaner?
C'mon yeah right
I said

of the phrase paid dues 
And if you wanna emcee, you better study the craft 
Or you might get cut up and laughed at by some guys that kinda hate you 
Now I ain't

to try lean
And think a squirt of visine will save them when their eyes bleed
Shit flows, fake rap
You really want to play that 8 track album from a rapist

a cassette, and pop it in the tape deck
Album or eight-track, as long as it ain't wack
Funk is addictive, but not like crack black
I'm hip to the old shit,

gotta do to get a bit of respect
Every single day when I'm protecting my neck
Every single night, when I spit on mic, when I'm trying to write a classic

beaten
Choked and bullied by a fat guy
Now he’s somewhere hanging out with fake thugs and
fucking up his own life
But now I’m in a new level, I got

Voices

Mystik Journeymen

Worldwide Underground

1999

tight, see me catching flights 
At the international terminal, where you don't go 
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped 
And tripped by mic

too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat

my albums, everything classic
I been and still going ‘round the earth 
Just like I planned it
Now the year two thousand ten
I don’t even need a beat my

dollar recording budget, man
Sprite commercials, video directed by Hype
Offer to role in that new move from Spike
Bleach my teeth white, body like D'Angelo

too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat