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Latyrx

Latyrx

The Album

1997

Cheyenne! Look at what the liquor brings about,
Throw out the magic basket full of wires and let them flail all on the ground.
Why do they love it

Vine
the gumption of those still defending ‘intelligent design’

caffeine drinks; no-one thinks - everyone says what they like
book-burnings is the new

sink or we drown 

Which is the same thing

From town to town and all around


Last time i checked it had stabilized 

At the edge of my neighborhood

In the booth this mornin'
Ain't tired, no yawnin'

Bullets fly, like birds, cold world, iceberg
And I'm jus tryna heat up every track with a verse

race
I drop the casket like I'm Darby Allin
I'm not spitting heat
Bitch I'm puking ashes
I start the fires when I'm fucken rapping
With gasoline by

kill it with my own style
I’ve lost track of the time
But I’ll stay for a while
Gotta catch this flight
I been stuck in my head
Stack this money for my

on running
But you're running out of track
Imma keep it coming
That's a matter of fact

I know what you're thinking
You can take me for a ride
Grip me by

bust
It's closed curtains for certain
The whole end of ya act get cracked
Off if the edge the whole end of ya sack
Left laying flat on ya back the whole

off like Mad Max, 3 wolves in a killa pack
Matter fact, to be exact, razor sharp on every track
421 bloodline, Frontline, never fall back
What you call

I'm chasing the money yeah I need a bag
I gave that bitch my heart hold up I need it back
She bugging she bringing up love
What do you see in that

take my shot and follow it through
Why you running, are you coming? Hard to stomach what you see
When you feeling like you living but you dying just

the weather
Hours go by and that's uppin' the cheddar
Always low-key, and that's on my name
Move in the shadows with weight like a feather
You know

a hundred under the bed. Baby don't push me I'm to the edge
Ay, first you get the basics down. Make a plan stick to it, brody make it real
Imagine how

motor running
Out on the tracks never saw it coming
You were burning bright
You never ran to the flashing lights

Slipped off the edge in a single motion

drip in the sky
Retros leave the floor
I just wanna fly
So poor thinking you affording me
Last man couldn't open doors
Take you to the edge and you jump

Or the conductor of the track muthafucka, that's E3
My love for the game (It's just not the same) 
Unless it's Gilla House and Wu-Tang Clan in the house
Cop them

already doing that.. 
Speaking of tracks, am I old school to think that
Auto tune and mumble rap
Set the genre back 
Am I judging if I say it'd do some

Every time we talk it's like a questionnaire
Mood?
Check BAD!
Edges? check
Bitch they POPPIN!
Niggas?
Easy
Heels?
Cute as fuck, he just took me shopping

admit it, but I do
Lay a hot track, or if anything, it's blue but,
That don't even matter, cause I'm badder, Michael who?

I'ma kill it like I'm supposed

my last name
It's just another day though, I got the block like lego
You stand tall and run your mouth
I'll make sure you lay low
I never pay hoes,

bend words on the page like origami
You see the cameras on me I be stunting all my clothes are stunning
It's troubling I got you trembling cause the bass

what do I do, what do I do
Cause I've been grounded for a while
I feel like I'm 55
You gon need way more than a mile, if you wanna live my life
And it's

Step in the ring

BBkay on that track

Step in the ring for the fight of my life
I've been workin so hard got to get in the right
Walking by faith

wore them to gym class, it's been a decade
90 degrees, all black, on the track, no shade
But now I also wear flower dresses and suede
Robert smith rolls