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gotta go gotta flow that's flammable
You ain't never fuckin' stopping cause that's impossible
Know i got my pocket full of rockets hoe
And i'm bout to let

Yo, what are you doin'?
You should be out there
Makin' that new music
The Crypt I know will never go
As long as you did
Without droppin' that new

musta have to
Go back to this cunt, cunny
Yo, caddie and all, wanna shack, yo
Kiss my black bat this tan
Not from takе his shirt off but from all
This

prove what I produce by spraying up the room in due time
You'll find it difficult to breathe outstanding
Niggas like me will never take a seat
Break

Hey Trac why you do that like that
Glock in the stash spot
Go against me a nigga gone blow something
Don't play me in front the gang
Ain't no one

to the bap
Running it back, I'm on the track
I'm gunna fuck I just, go by the facts
Calling me Mac, calling me back
I wanna know bout it, when they attack
I

spliff, let it go
Disconnect the ego
And it tastes like gold, yea everything starts to taste like gold, I'm saying everything-
The fuck?
Yea well of course

in yo faces on a daily basis
I done wrecked T-town and club Oasis
I got three Jags in my parking spaces
'95 Air Max with blue laces
you can call me

back
You on the right track
Go on and shake a little sum
You feel it don't fight that
Let the rhythm hit you
Up in this bitch
Turnt up
Like it's the last

produced the entire f*cking EP
cight
Hit it!

[Verse 1]
We back on the track 
With the beats that smack 
cnd the game that I will crack through 
Next big

Think they so bad
But I think yo, I think you kinda sad
But it is, what it is, haters hate the Truth
I still got my two chains, cause I know I'm fly
I

you call that?
Alotta suckers are mad
Because I'm all dat
Yo' blast the track
Where you ball at

Verse 3
Yoâ?¦
I got emotions to let out
Impossible in

that special chord
One can only release by screaming with the power that is yours
Vigor of Captain Planet, save the home that you adore
That pollution is

Half of 'em can't even read and write (nope), let alone breathe in mics
Though the melody that they be singing's tight, where's the multi-level schemes

like gasol-
And I'm like Kobe when I ball-
You want the truth I tell it all-
But did she tell you that she called-
Just like some cones yo boy been raw-

time to let go
Let the TEC blow on the wally
You called my name on radio
But when I phoned your phone
All you said was sorry
That's when I realised you

If you see my mug shot, no cap, you can tell that I ain't cry
Like I caught her with that fye, supposed to be my dog but couldn't bail me out, Boy yo

a Circus
I let him meet the Tim’s by the time he hit the surface
Yo boy he just a simp while I be shining like a Gem
In the middle of the high life we then

Malcolm out of retirement
He go at me I hit him asap
Take that
Get shot up like a cap gun at a race track (Boom)
He's probably from the part of the Bay that

Plugz
Yo
Hey, how you doin'
I'm so tired bruh
I bet, what you up to though
Uh, nothin' much
What's good with you? (Is that Cory on the beat)
Yeah,

fat lies
Now I stay up inside and get mad high, let that childlike mind just pass me right by
I would wake up every morning, Mom would drive me

[Big Krizz Kaliko]
Regime Mobstaz
Regime Niggaz
Regime Killers
Regime Life
(2x)

[Tech N9ne]
Yo, yo!
I'm a Regime original
My flow's aqua
She give me

scared first
And all this is making my head hurt
Yo all of this thievery, keep on deceiving me
It don’t matter who was there first
It don’t matter who was

Touching my heart I'm becoming a villain
He told me go kill em
Trap phone get a call from ma killa
Told me my nigga lets get em
Hop in the infinity riding