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twist
My retribution is swift
I can't be judged by my own fist
Don't listen to the hiss
Two black eye's
One swollen lip
Karma's carnage you can't skip

get yo' lip split
So keep yo' distance
My niggaz killin' like they Christian
Dope D.O.D. is a religion
We fight against the system, this life is life

haloes
"Gored by the horn of the goat, we'll slit your throat
And paint red every fucking rainbow

We'll
Sew your lips so you may not speak up
Saw

Wait for me, I shot the informer
Nowadays, when I speak, it's a big saga
Nowadays, I collab with the weed farmer
Nowadays, I link the plug by

Laws were created by some racist pigs 
You could never own a planet but he made it his 
Then he stripped the languages from my Native lips 
But I guess

the grease, burnin' candles in the teeth
Summoned by the killer who remembered the names of each
Southside cop killer queens
Circle the vehicle and squeeze

hot"
So you bust a straight shot
"Fuck the fuck do they got?"
Watch your mouth, what that kid say?
Sucka lied, no doubt, hit by the ricochet
Kids today,

oughta know
Cross me once and it's dead for life
Who y'all messing with
This black excellence
Know y'all dreading it
I'm freeforming
You can't wrestle with

wallet
How much do you want it?

Trippin' on what's on my wrist 
I'm a boss to the fullest 
Bish 1 by my side 
And I'm coming out my shell like a bullet

by side in our dressing gowns
And waited for the sundown
To embrace the blue lit town.
She became my black leach, 
Sucking all my energy.
She

Hundred round chopper, I'm shootin' it for sure
Black thirty round clips, extensions at the show
These pants Off-White but I Gucci'd the coat
That ho

just an E, I put in effort
God give me a chick and then I wrecker
Broken hearts just call for better records
My heart is a black box like in checkers
All

something for
And you don't really do it
Fuck you wanna stand next to a nigga like me that really do it and you don't do it
Get the fuck from by me mane
Feel

lips all they got
And hot air, keep queefing.

Puff trees they believe hits
Unleashed by me when I'm preaching
My subject touchy like priests is
But fuck

Stash the dough in the bread bin
I’m getting head from my ex kin and that cumshot made her head spin
Can’t deny that I rap dope
Go ask coloured and black

like an MP5 lad
Then Chill's brought the green like lettuce

If you ain't heard of the Nerve
And the Chill by now
Then homie, where the fuck you been?

at this, white bitch, she tan as shit (c'mon)
Pretty smile, pretty lips, chill a while then, we dip (rrrt)
Homicide, that pussy killed, I can't lie, that

hemp
Im J-O lul bitch if u not hip
I leave white on her lip like got milk
Man Stfu lil hoe you don’t need to speak
Pull up in an all black ‘Lac wit

Been at a standstill, for like three years
Bit my lip and took a risk despite my fears
Sacrifices back to back, I shed a lot of tears
I ain't think I

not fail like Lehmann in Paris -
The trophy is there and ima get it by any means,
Even if it will take years to wash sins away
For that - I’ll say fuck

Last Blunt

The Coup

Kill My Landlord

1993

to my lips, flick the Bic and it's on hit 

Coulda been my last blunt... but I can't quit 

Cause then I have to deal with, some motherfuckin real

Funk

The Coup

Kill My Landlord

1993

the black steel 
And my friends make suggestions... 
That I should squeal to the cops but that's out of the question 
If I die by the trigger of a misled

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ooh

Black Friday, I got dick ten percent off
Yeah, I just flee on the cops, I know they ticked off
Yeah, pissed

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