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To the less fortunate
I implore you
We’re in George Orwell’s 1984
And it’s horrible
I tip the scales of psychological warfare
Police my thoughts
And be left

All I Think About

Bad Meets Evil

Southpaw [Music from and Inspired by the Motion Picture]

2015

don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be

I'm a Larry bird hittin these threes
Sittin in my 4 by 4, Castles closed
Use the back door, Sup Alfred, do my chores

Mop the floor with that shit you

spiralin' up at birds' eye? 

Lab coat so white, I only fuck with Jewish Chemistry
A couple women with issues, sitting in symmetry
Perfect Circle? 
Shit
Done

wrote it
Take a dumb beat you know I just throw it
Magician's trick, you'll never ever know it
George Orwell; 2 plus 2 is 5
Ring a bell? That's two with

Treat it like a gold mine
Forty-Nining for the lines
Ain't pushing on goal lines
Passin by on pharcydes
Tote the pill no co-sign
Pharmaceutical eye

Party by word of mouth from the days of Valley view 
Take a drink like Big Frank or post up like Po Ray's 
I'm so faded on this primo for real though  
My

swagger was her dagger; she sashayed my way and gave me her math told me told to call her. I lured into her trap. Hypnotize by beauty this short cutie said

motherfuckers can't sit here and mock me feel like Bizzy Bone
Nigga coulda been a star, but he couldn't get off that shit like Jon Jones
Yea that bitch is a model

her, spark up the Jone

Shawty in the sky, she's stargazing
I'm lit, I see you wanna take me out
I want a bad bitch, and she dress like a model
You need

Seven Silver Curses

The Fiery Furnaces

Remember

2008

bits 
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion 
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then

Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity

WITH EXPENSIVE HOEEEEEEES....THE BIRD SWANG
AS FAR AS EXPENSIVE CLOTHEEEEEES....IT'S BYRD GANG
NIGGA WE GETTING THIS DOOOOOOOOOOUGH.....
CAUSE WE THEM

cause to make that bird caw
Incredible cost to a mother to get that cursed call
That's a curb stomp to her confidence
That's as common as condiments

basketball drills
Run up on me? Swear to
God shit gon' get real
Looking like a construction crew
With these big drills
I'm just balling in Ypsi
Like I'm George

Whattup people
This is NOE, Baltimore Beast man
Dipset, Byrdgang
Jim Jones, waddup, Max B, Jha, waddup
It's not a game man
I feel like man, I had

the second coming
I apologize for the destruct and decay
That was brought upon by my Liberace key play
Twist metaphors to avoid sounding cliche
Nancy Reagan

Wash the blood off his hands and then get baptized after
I'm the New Testament, the last five chapters
And God said he would come back by rapture

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket

I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas