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worse, I just might OD ah
I sit at the crib and just polish my gun
Until I get the call it's
Time to murder someone
You gotta R-Y-D-E or D-IE
Come and join

the bitch, aight?

Aight, I'ma lay in the back, chill chill

I wanna jump out the closet!

Hello

Yeah baby whassup? It's me

How you doin' baby?

I'm aight,

to slap it
I'm a uppercut a hook, a left to right
A jab mix
Call me Cassius
People say I'm crazy
Man I'm not too far from bat shit
Maybe thrown off a tad

I'm futuristic call me Jetson
I'm cleaner than a reverend
Been Space Age since I crashed landed on this planet
Lowkey like a bandit
Finesse like I'm

the heartbeat pounding as the end draws near
I'm getting in the rhythm and i'm getting close
Jump over out front and watch your toes
I'm coming after you with my

out of your cocoon, it may be a set up (off)
Outrageous what this people be speaking, in tongues of fire and confusion
Saying Jesus is dead,I did

Aye, this ones out to all y'all rappers, y'all bitch ass, autotune using, carried by features
But still act like they the shit rappers
No hook in

MC June Roñé
You know who can cut a sandwich? (Me)
Right, I'll hook you up and put a pickle on
The side
Because I'm generous (yeah)
I'm super duper

you a blessing cuz the vision I see
We gon’ need to stick together,
You don’t agree, it’s whatever
You can say you made of Stone and still turn out

I'm kinda sure
Like making a right at the light
And getting stopped by the law
License and registration then step out of the car

It's me in

Keep looking over here might have to pull up
Yeah I'm towing them
And you know that I got the hook up
We gone have to link up
Pour one up and drink up

to crawl back 
Hell nah man fuck that 
Give me all of my stuff back 
Hit decline don't call back 
Man fuck that 
I don't want you now or later 
Remember all

Smooth like ice they call me Mr. Mummy
Got it going nice I'm making lots of money
But now your always gone I never get to call you honey
And I know

Mac On
My Mac on, My Mac

It's a, High sun
Ima keep on shining
[Me] King Kong
So Ann Darrow
You can call me what you want
But you gon tag me as Salim

You can't rap bro, you is useless
All I do is shoot out new hits
But don't call me cool kid
'Cause I'm on fire, like I'm cookin'
Making things lit, my

American Love

Espen Lind

Red

1997

about poor little me
I draw your picture on the wall
My phone is dead and still your call
My mama asked I told her I get by
That's such a lie
I'm

made
The weather don’t matter
I fly to a sunny day i backed out fact, man
Who wanna come and play?
You ain’t got to run away, british
Go put the gun away

I'd get out of the streets
She looked and said, bae, and look, you did it with me
Showed me different, now I'm in it, girl, you right by my side
Showed

Which he had purchased their home
But the sadness was soon driven out by a feeling akin
To that of Deja Vú: It was something
Jenny said the previous

and laugh
Whenever we argue I'm blockin' you out
By the end of the night her head on my lap

Damn I made her field like Rams
Fuck yo nigga like Uncle Sam

I've been a savage since birth, my first day on this earth
I burst out, spit a verse, my first fan was the nurse
She flirts when we converse, diverse

its war out
In crunch time working the core out
They took your history books and crossed the Moors out
So I'm flying to South Africa to bring it back

Yeah
What we doing today
I'm just the
Author of a flow so poetic
It could probably go gold with no edits
But I set a goal to go get it
Motivated by

Yeah
Hahahaa
You feel it
Nah
Light it, turned on by a white bitch (Ya)
Side chick licks my dick like a high Levis
Fits around it, quite split (Ouff)