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rappin'
I'm dead real with it i steppin' in the game
With a dollar and an attitude
And I'm still with it admit it
Joe shitted
On everybody you thought

High school, we was clownin' clownin'
In that pussy, I be drownin' drownin'
King shit, I be crownin' crownin'
I'm makin' more moves and less

I'm killing shit, 
If I'm the king yall should kneel n shit, 
I need a queen on my Disney shit, 
Fish in the sea imma reel it in, 
Ariel see me I'm

got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing

In a grave or a jail that could hold us all
Pinned down like a bowling ball, they got a hold of y'all
Follow King James, like he protocol (Woo)
When

Don't Say a Word

J Dilla

Dillanthology: Dilla's Best

2009

like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go

on Darnold's dumbass
Netflix and chill in my lap
Strange things circulate my map
Named king, need a queen at last
Spring fling, come lay in my matress ring
Nah

cheese

See how this shit be turning into Tom and Jerry
You were written in a show hosted by me like Truman Jim Carrey
When I put the lights on you you

probably got my nut still on lips
So much ice in my watch
I'm not feeling my wrist
Don't care if you clap and
You filling them clips
Get a slug in your hat

Imaginate

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

in the club in Champaign they saying Garbe you hot
they like me they can't wait for my album to drop
i won't stop, RaCheer Records don't release no

Brüder bangen den Sound
Freezy, dieser motherfuckin' Champion
In town kenne mich aus, hänge dich auf
Digga, du kannst nichts außer
Schwänze zu kau'n
Action

a smoke beef with any negro living yea 
Don’t be confused by that autotune 
I only like it because it sounds cool
But can put hard bars together 
Like I

juxtaposed to the gospel that I grew up to
I worship in all of these lyrics, I don't conform to church rules
I'm the King of New York
'Member those words
In

but navy looms. when  
we say fuck all that all together, he buys up all 
that sound. he's a privateer made hard in the 
long history of singing cargo

rabid ass mind
They better have a Rabbit ass rhyme from 8-Mile to battle me
Or bow in agony, no matter to me
I'll battle the king of the battle scene

like scenes in Scream borderline
Stephen King he's Behemoth

I just drift (I just drift)
Into the abyss where nothing really is
(Nothing is, it's vacant)

Yoda
A Florida, Pensacola
There's more to roll-a by Motorola
I'm in control-a, I hit the quota
I made this beat sound while
I was in Minnesots

Fuck,

I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will

for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not

Round Here

T

Naive

2002

the wrong thang, will get ya back blown round here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round here
Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down here
24's

he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby

skeleton key 
But don’t you to wanna be a inspiration to me?

In an instance a child's life was ended
By the hands of a four foot menace like Dennis

Your rap style awkward as hell
You act all wild and rap loud
You think your bars sound
Hard cause you yell?
And you was in a group called Krack City
But

killin' kings and it's bein' filmed on camera
Hated seein' niggas killing King Von in Atlanta (wack)
Megan sayin' Tory shot her, he sayin' she cappin'