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repent or no name
naw erase why remain caged in dismay
when you could be surrounded by grace
made my diction confusing 
now the wicked making up stories
I

shit on me
It doesn’t matter what I say
Flows so killer, they gonna
Call me psychopathic
It’s my time to grind and shine
It’s the year of the rabbit
We

shouldn't be fair (me)
No affiliation with the damn Machine
On some renegade shit Zack De La Rocha (AH)
State of mind's Cosa Nostra, moving in my home town

dog my bitches is flead up
Connect got that work that nigga is key'd up
Like im scrolling up the time line nigga i read up
Everybody wanna be killers

packed and loaded
My brain is bloated by the backing instrumentals they haunt my dreams on the daily
But they help keep my children keep their visions in

this on pluto
My mind is the sharpest
But I got a screw loose

Pour out a forty
Then sip on a fifth
Of brown potion
Then roll up the green of the earth
I

Yeah
Silent killer call me a gator
Bumpin’ to my rhymes
Gotta read between the lines
Like an investigator
Yeah
I ain’t fuckin’ with no faker
They can do

blind

Could you read my mind?
(Out loud?)
Cause something happened, and I can't see
Something happened, and I can't see
Could you read my mind?
(Out

with my curses of creativity
Than spending energy on another person that isn't me 

You're the best
Yeah I know, I know, I know
Killer set
Yeah I know, I

of your eyes
I ain't got to tell you, it's right in front of your eyes
I see the signs, you could read my mind just listen to the track
I feed the blind

Bastard Swordsman

Killarmy

Dirty Weaponry

1998

of 'em) 

Inflicted with a rare disease, MC's flee 
Fought wars for centuries my wounds bled killer bees 
Roam the battle site word, shatter mics I've

on a mission
Know my bank account gotta read a big amount talking octo digits
Told myself never but i feel like i need a kitchen
My mode bout to flip from

It's a Demo

Kool G Rap

Cold Chillin': Choice Cuts

2002

an owl, you'll know who to
Feed your greed, you want and need
The rhymes that you carefully read, but your eyes bleed
Cause my fury is scary
And if you

know if niggas with it niggas killers
Niggas rats I don't know if niggas really lit that shit
Up in they raps I don't know cause I just mind my business

and iller True I be living proof of making it do what it do So chiller but my heart not a cold killer just know that my flow differs cause notice my soul glow

on fire
Romanticism is a lie
Bitch I can't read your mind
It probably isn't anything interesting anyway so why try
I'm on my purpose
You can't deserve my

on fire
Romanticism is a lie
Bitch I can't read your mind
It probably isn't anything interesting anyway so why try
I'm on my purpose
You can't deserve my

I ain't got that type of history
I don't play the victim
Last 4 days looking like a symphony
With these instrumentals
Me and my bitch stepped out

the way my mind's 
Fucked man I gotta let it out

And nah I haven't got a therapist, 
So for now this instrumental is
Man I've been looking for a mental

stock
New barrel smell
Fresher than a car straight off the lot
Punks jump up to get beat down
Now they getting' popped
Niggas don't fight
So my clip

iced out my wrist my diamonds dancing

Is it coincidental
That Every bitch that I was fucking with just let me sad on instrumentals
And my mama told me

for Motherfuckers 
Surrounded by leaches and bloodsuckers
Get it out the mud until I drown in sweat and blood 
Put my heart up in the game this the only

Krazy

Makaveli

The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory [Clean]

1996

instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
Don't have to bump

time
Red rum got murder on my mind
(My mind)

Free my little brother we turned all your killers to runners
Young thug all my brothers some gunner's
I'ma