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Nunca

Chino XL

I Told You So

2001

or jargon, or glossary
Fuck the Insane Clown Posse, of rap their making a mockery
You'll retire like Seinfeld waiting on titles that I've held
rockin' gold

Treat it like a Doc, by some real G'z
Win City Boyz, dawg, this so easy, does it
Gold watch on my wrist
Gold chain on my neck
I get M.O.N.E.Y and respect

stop until I'm on a
Balcony with a clear view no curfew
The city never sleeps so I don't either
Gotta keep up with the beats, but
Don't forget your roots

Hold still the whole soul spills
Voices projected into gold and steel
Bold appeal for the foes to feel
Most disappear saw run-in in fear
Watch sheep

couple people I won't ever be near
When I think of my vision I see clear
Get to the bread like a chocolate, eclair
Talked to God he sat me in a gold chair

a book by its title
People in the Bible never read the Bible
I know I said I wouldn't change but
Who knew I'd come as far as I came
Who knew?
Who knew?
Who

makin it hard to get by
See I was only 12 but I didn't even cry
Made a vow to myself to make a living for I die
Shit got hard sleeping n my mama car

dukes
When the smoke clears
Love you like a brother
But I'll kill you if you rally
Stay on my good side, my bad side
I annihilate don't hold me back, get

the bitch
Talk about moshing I'm deep in the pit
How you a boss and not holding a title
Flooding the city like straight from the Bible
Murder mount what they

I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!

Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me

niggas that did this for years and the picture is clear you not getting a phantom
I might do shows in Atlanta
They move to much like a dancer
I’m coming

up from the wait I never came up I been up yes b*tch my chin up my
Chain clear no colors I like diamonds gentrified
And I been cutting sleep like

Eryday day I'm trynna make it to the top
Step by step building block after block nigga
Ion hold no conversations wit no ops
Homie had him pressed,

feelings go desert
(Gone)
You play yo part
(That role)
I know my role
(I do)
Has the undefeated title as yo main hoe
(That's true)
I get yo cash
(Dough)
You

Daygo shuffling for hours
Of people in the room, I made my appearance
Pathway to the floor, homies gots to clear
You see all this meat, I'ma need some

a shade
On the branches under leaves
Lazy summer serenade
Softly carried by the breeze
It's the black proletariat, the artisan
The heart of the city, don't

path
I hold the wheel while my soul will steer
As we rode through the globe
And flow through ears
See the road's made of gold
It's grown right here
See

hide my greatest weakness
I was weakened by your touch of gold
You cured my mind and deepness
Guess certain spots were uncontrolled
Secrets hide my

by a cover but niggas can't read titles up
Imma country ass nigga
Who grew up while shooting guns
Imma about to go
Imma bout to go
Journey home
Imma

I hate for us to lose it all hate to say it but girl you need me
You need a nigga that's gone hold you down, and not gone fuck around
You need a nigga

show
Now I'm poppin bottles with the team
Chasing this money got it by the tail
If you couldn't tell now I'm back on my shit
Go for the gold, took

The Answer

Tech N9ne

Dominion

2017

Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
Everybody better hold up
{Cause they don't be feeling you like they feelin' me
And I think I'm the answer

I

Pen be my rifle and ink be my ammo
No rap ain’t my title, I'm more like a vandal
Know this world is mine tho, I’m Tony Montana
I'm sitting on blanco,

Give a fuck bout she- give a fuck bout
Nah nah nah, hold on, but seriously, like fuck you
I gotta get out the city, these people driving me crazy
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