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give it away you gone die
That pussy dangerous might catch a homicide
Open them legs and I dive
Fucked her with my chains on when I stroke cause she seen

homicide capital
Niggas scratchin' for truth
Show you exactly what that smack'll do
Niggas'll kill they own mother over
That pack of jewels
Only one in

thoughts embarrassing 
Paralyzing fear of mortality
I challenge it by livin on razor edge of my sanity
Introverted and anti  
No one extended hand to me 
All

with him
Homicide, close up, got the blood on my clothes, nigga
I ain't forget my pistol, I'm in the bushes taking notes with it
If you don't come

Never not workin
But you knew that
Uh
Uh
I knew by the way that a nigga heart setup, Id get fucked over a lot
I'm aquaman on dry land, tryna stay

they're artists like honey
Filling the gaps left by those here before me
Meanwhile on missions to finish my story
Thinking what will I do when I get

surrounded by this crowd
And they're yelling he's a prophet
The truth is I'm not a prophet
I'm really just a sight seer
Murking other rappers
Getting buzzed

multiply
We one team so I divide
I provide
You too preoccupied
Ungrateful you never satisfied
I murder beats like a homicide
Then a nigga got crucified
Like

flutter by
I wonder why mother lies
Wide awake, with lines on her face
Crying like I died in the grave
I'm always high, what a waste
How much time does it

good so I know you dig it
I even got the emo niggas saying that they feel it
I gotta get it Picasso painting my image
Homicide division investigating

This how we getting shit started
I come with a flow that's unrivaled by any
But I come with many mags shoot at the target untouchable to any artist

it ain’t homicide its suicide
Loving you to death just like the music does
Even after death I’m making dollar signs
Pay God’s debt come and holla

Ultimate Flow

K-Rino

Stories From the Black Book

1995

(Verse One)
Fillin 'em all, killin a bull, by drillin a hole, willin to skull
And blow torch your asshole when its freezin cold
Stage a raid, invade

is too if you can imagine what I'm going through
Seven people on the news
I'm traumatized PTSD at the same time
Surrounded by suicides and homicides
My

stop wasting my time
Only day ones stay right by my side
Bodies they drop so i stay with the nine
All of my bros yeah they ready to ride
Fuck around

said it best somebody gotta die
I murdered the Top 10, then the Bottom 5
Nigga this is homicide that's my kinda job

I got my eye on the Fetty
Wap like

were news)
RIP to all em ones that they was used to me (Rest In Peace, Uh)
It's a lotta homicide, everybody live to die
Man it ain't safe in these

we make it clear
Which way the game steer scared artists dip in fear
When the homicides are here justified inside my mind
Walk in schools blind with

bout his niggas if they really down to ride
And ian talking no homicides
If it's that they down to slide
We gone leave somebody traumatized
Demons in me

homicide
Mamas cry daddy gone
He got a lot of time
Traumatized still see that body
When I hide my eyes
I'm a die behind the wheel
I gotta ride for mine
It's

Cause I fucking loved you
With all my heart
Now I barely even know ya
Is fallin' apart, where did it go
The time flew by and I barely even noticed
One

nine
These bitches are fine
I'm laying them down one by one at a time
Keep the flow going
Know the ho ho'ing
Don't ask no stupid questions
What is

i's (Wait, Ah)
Up off of X, with a blick on my side
I'm in love with the new homicide
Ace of the deck got a game to defy
Mixed hands got a move

here will
Heat ya speaker
Missile seeker
Your flow weaker
Mine's a keeper
Woo! I ain't getting no sleep
Too many philosophical thoughts be passing me by