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The Beginning of the End [Album Version]

Boogiemonsters

God Sound

1997

the Euphrates killed a 3rd of his men
Then I change form, bustin in abnormal type tactics
Flippin styles like acrobatics
So who can do what he do, flip a style

cry to the swine
When your life's on the line
Some say I'm not right in my mind
But I live by the street code
Something like Tyson in his prime
But I

after reading rights
They don't know what I received in life
My reason for me to push inebriatin' vice to fiends, it's like
By any means make it easier

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

don't mean a thing

CON SOFOS (Twice as bad back at you) L.W.O.P.

If you can't Make Paper: prepare for pay back

He had been debriefed he was courting

he ain't sharing
If that's her man no respect
Weak ass nigga I detect
She live across town by the big play ground
Across the street from the projects

I deliver to a Beat
I'm so fuckin' cool, we side by side, you shiver in the heat
I spit this shit like a gift, so what you givin' to me
If I was

got your nuts cut off so you really can't hang, bro
Pray to God you're not struck in the street by Dodge Durango
cll of these people I meet are so damn

keep your body floating
Magic carpet for an artist verbal Donald Goines
Captivation inundation when I get to flowing
Now see that's me my j-o-b prescribe

Molly
Got a big gat incase I gotta hurt somebody
Trust nobody
I double the bag when I work by myself
Ain't no going back I don't fuck with the help
You

heartless
These niggas out here really soft and dont wanna pop shit
They on that opp shit
My nigga my flow be the cleanest outchea' in these streets
My nigga

Another day at work, I'm just grinding on my gears
On some TGIF, the weekend's finally here
It means Follow Friday, the choice is kinda hard
Let's

Street
Who call themselves The Fugs

In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs

right here by side
If you, thinkin you know what I'm goin thru
Then you, just keeper me prayed up like my grandmama would do
Cant even keep it on the low

the TV
Watch me in your house
Never been a rat
In the trap like a mouse
If Five O comes
Then I dip like sauce
Underneath with the sharks
But you know it's

than you
Amazed and amused by the flames that I spew
What once was a spark to a flame it grew
My name it rings bells in the streets, I'm that dude
For

down Colonial and 10th street
Your foot slipped off the curb and you tripped and scraped your left knee
At first I thought you're hurt, then I noticed

One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher

The common census lost their senses
Offended by anything
We gotta break the median at beast mode by any means
We able to hypnotize many beauty queens
Got them

a type of mania
Looking over your shoulder
Just like the feds is after ya
Tin foil hat ready
Cause it's raining aliens
Infectin' the society
And taking

accepted by reality but shit ain't feeling naturally 
I naturally 
See that I am actually 
Not another nigga but a man who gonna gradually 
Master thee

Oluwatobiloba
Ki lon shele 
Ay mi lord
Na wa o! 
Yessa
Long time no see
Freedom ain't free
That mean, I been

Werkin'
Werkin', werkin',

by the energy
I only plan on stopping when them jets fuel
Sparked up a back-wood and took a chest full
Thirty-two thousand feet it got me elevated

long

Another day in the life of a titan
Like of myself, the type is enlightened by simple excitement
Running through the streets of London
Or maybe even