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to the illuminati
Still come out cleaner than a few y'all
We ain't the same
Fake a brain
Stay the same
You ain't to blame
Parents grew up on the Kool-aid
And thought

boots
I scream, you scream, we all scream for mercy
We shouldn't have sipped the high C, the Kool-Aid or the iced tea
Bet, y'all collecting fool's gold,

don't really get that
I break her off she a Kit Kat
My Kool Aid take a sip man
Ugh
I'm at yo college bih
I hand out scholarships
But I don't throw no cash

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and shut you up by buying bling
Old man still keep you on the side like you playing left wing
I know I cut you deep girl, this gon' permanently sting
Now

I’ma buy you a rocket ship
So you can go and see yo friends
Cause with a body like that, girl
You gotta be an alien
When she gives up Kool-Aid she’s

just flying away, praying to god, tryna get paid
Drowning in raid, I'm needing some aid
I feel like I'm going, I feel like I'm going
Goddamn I just wanna

bums
I just fuck these bitches
You move like the Police
You lookin' suspicious
I flow like a virus
My lyrics malicious
Got Codeine and Kool-Aid, that

Stereo-material movements

Painfully Cranials statisticals giving your Cerebral Cortex

Damaging Demigods

Crushing egos, into which a wench began by

Extracting

patiences without getting an exemption
My level is getting higher by your lower self-esteem
I don't watch SABC but ngyasaz esami skim
I'm living for my boys

the memories that we made 
Feel like I'm hit by a grenade, once again I'm afraid
I need medical aid, just cut myself with a blade
Now I'm leaving, you'll be

Kill the beat specialist, only achieving excellence
Kool-Aid Man, how I'm bout to make an entrance
Name's Jeff Porter, you ain't even heard the best

times pass by than a lazy cop, with a donut
Sho nuff if you challenge progress go to Neverland yo ass aint grown up
Communicable comes at you from every

know I flow like a psycho 
Like it's Geico for your iPhone 
Like a drive by while you drive home 
Like Thanos with the 5 stones 
Why you always gotta

you walk
But come to praise and to your aid if you run and then fall
Man I'm done with you all
I just wanna focus on rap and football
And anyone who

the shot I'd rather die by the tec
Wait for u n****s den hate for u n****s
That think that it's wrong when I'm calm on a verse
Load up the triggah then pour

To stop me from bleeding and dying and crying
I'm tryna find a Rite Aid for depression
They're afraid of my intentions
Didn't mean to show aggression
But

and problems and sold a solution and gave us Marshall AIDS
To prison or the projects or to hell or to Connacht
They're pretending that they're guilty when

Golden Mic

Aceyalone

Cater to the DJ

1999

"Aceyalone? What to do?
 Hang up on the motherfucker, fuck that fool"
Said he wants all the styles you took
Nigga actin like he wrote the book
By the tone

the water like Kool-Aid packets
Still got the stick when I'm rockin' the drip
Boy I'm keeping that nine double M in my khakis
Accurate shot when I up with

a gimmick
On My missionary I will never pick a position
By bedside light I unwind
With Barry Weiss's opinions
While everybody's offended
I'm just steady

any
If you listen ill teach a nigga sum ill neva lead a nigga wrong
I can do bad by myself ion need no friends ill leave a nigga alone
Dey just wanna

as the ace of spade (Damn)
Nelly give his ass a band-aid (Whoop Whoop)
That chain was probably handmade (Croshet)
And i can’t forget about the gems (Bling)

We're eating off of new plates
Sick of eating crumbs, side of Ramen with the Kool-Aid
Hollering 'bout a group trade
Boy, I ain't no slave on a auction