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the eight black smoker gert neck choker

Mack by the crotch make police watch me like Oprah

Here we come flee three guns on the run

Brothers best to make

just be black,god just run it back

Pour me a drink and I'll just be fine
LSD might just sip that wine
Trip so long , shit I might be gone
I'm king Kong

vicious
Fate assures me by New Year
It's back to business
Frank Whittle sounds familiar
But I'm sure it's just coincidence
Here upon the fright before

then I pass it
Push my king in his chariot on
A Sunday at the market
Me and my shell toes walk proud
Down Avondale Road like it's Melrose
The first time

It's been awhile since I've graced the stage
Allow me to now turn the page, I got a story for you
It's about a young R.e.D writing rap songs

where I'm at

c-B-E

Holler at Me

Diamonds on me hit like Floyd Mayweather
Don been through the worst but was taught to do better
Cop birds by the two watch em flock with no feathers

'uerre
Tutte 'sti bitch ch"e facce 'nterra (uh)
Nun me parlà 'e brand, bro, 'cause I'm trendy
Everything is brand new, everything is okay, king

the well is dug by our King Tejaji)

Pemal ka, Pemal ka baag te bagicha
(This is Pemal's (tejaji's wife) garden)

Ye jhopan saara Pemal ka 
(All of this

Goodness and mercy shall follow me
For all the days of my life
As I will dwell in the house of my Father
(King Tay)
(What's the Deal Yo)

He saved us

(let's go)
No matter what I write
He's still scripting my whole life
So I praise Him and I thank Him
For taking me to new heights ight
I feel c-L-I-V-E

the peace
I just got to find the peace

Yeah

Preach
I gotta speak my story
Share my testimony

I'm cruising, feeling like I'm Eazy E
No I'm not boozing

the weed with Jn9ne
Shee shee
Yeah jn9ne and me
We be the kings of this street
Yeah fighting like the alpha
That’s three we’ve already beat this week
Yeah

shot
My mama prayed I never caught a stray or I'd be killed by cops
So days I see my opps, it was angels near me on they watch

I learned it was angels

(Intro)

Chorus: PULL UP THE MANDEM FASTER, NEW BLACK ARMOUR CALL ME TCHALA, MUFASA, GOTTA WICKED GRIME LIKE MUFASA, BACK THEN, BACK THEN MANDEM

Aha aha
Kriso Gaca
Steel Banging
Skurw*

To ten West Coast skurwielu który gramy tu od lat
Zbyt wielu playerów byś zapomniał o nas brat
P do N gra

taunt
And I'm haunted by the self-inflicted nagging voices in my head
That are coming at me with authority
So I'm guessing like everyone else

I am my own

Imaginate

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

in the club in Champaign they saying Garbe you hot
they like me they can't wait for my album to drop
i won't stop, RaCheer Records don't release no

hommie you should due south
You balling with a loose valve
The only thing falling is my album from the music shelf
Batala baba Ngeke uthole niks for free

Black Supahero
Produced By: DialupBeats
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E

Let's Go
Ya kno wats going on this that timeless shit
This for every made nigga

And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got

Wanatupimia za ki-VAR
Na walitubeba ndogo tukiwanga char
Mi hutambua me realest, akina Michar (Michar)
Na kifaa, nilichambua zanabe ya kiwar (Ya kiwar)
Riambez

to keep me from living my dreams and throwing me off of my peace
But I'm in the clouds somewhere you can't reach, so pay your respect to the king

not a rookie by far
I got Tequila in the car
I just left the liquor store
And King of the Bar
That means I'm a star
So come & shine with me
I'm going