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Uh, I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by

really mattered
I remember wanting to be a rapper
I remember wantin to be a trapper
Never judge a book by its cover
When you could be
Getting sentenced in

has started getting troubled over what we're becoming

By thine hand drawn
Multiply the speed of submission apply direct incision
Venom seeps in quickly

by
through my head
like murmur in parades

Let me know
someday or other
Rip away your thin disguise
Don't try to hide
time you lost

Surely that
I'll

Respected and protected
By the flare of the gun
We surround an opp
He too scared to run
I'm here for fun since
I'm already caked up
Chill niggas who

juvenile
Girls backing ass up getting wild
I pop the pussy uncle Luke
Soon as I get head I gotta scoot
I let this energy collide
Marinate in all my greatness

in the darkened sky 
its eyes cast famine plague and eradication 
upon unholy lands filled with mortal blood colored by suicide 
under the blackened

to dip out
Look for me, cruising down the 95
Doing 95 while I ride, with Mary Jane by my side
But I named her Bonnie so I guess that makes me Clyde huh

(Drum Dummie)
(DJ Swift on the track)
There it go, turn up
Kilo Lit
Living by the street code, yeah that's 'side the G-Code
Go outside you keep

Trying my best to make my family proud
Damn
Everyday is getting crazy now, wow
Lost my mind as a juvenile, how
How he go from a blessing from God
To it

gotta grow up (Grow up)
Cause it's time to grow up (Grow up)
And baby if I don't grow up
I'll watch my whole life pass me by
Saying this out loud is

really scary 
Put you in a cemetery 

I can tell that nigga pussy just by how the nigga sound 
By the pound by the pound 
Ima knock you fucking down

they had
Strangled by the ways of the flesh
The doomed had to bet
On turning Blue to
Red
Destruction uncounted by juvenile heads and minds of the mortals

and feel us by shouting I can't breathe
And keep fighting against injustice until that we feel that we are free
There’s a lot I gotta say, don’t be ashamed

the feds and the popo
Snitching is still a no go
Living by truth is G code
You must whip ya pesto
Green like Publix's
Presto
Only move when God said so

Time is measured by you (Ooo)
And when we're seventy five
You'll make me feel more alive than I've ever felt
Drinking Pink Whitney at noon
(Like

of grimdark
Wish I didn't feel left out by the fact that I'm bi
Or the fact that I'm bicentennial percent lost
Shy and awkward
Just tryna trace these red lines

it all
Juice, jay, et cetera
Memories of last weekend, lotta wild shit on my retina
Tempted for a moment then I'm tapped on the shoulder
By that melody

went by the name of Big Jim
He was outwardly bold but he wasn't too old
He wanted somethin' more than the championship gold
No he was fighting for

saw them in the summer
Just as warm and just as full of color,  and healthy too
Convey my best to little Elsie too.. and by the way
Shawn tells me that

I proposed with a wedding ring
Sunny
I'll work in that
By the sweat of my brows I gotta eat
They want see me down and stuck on E
One day imma rise

cigars with Castro in cubanas
I know you feel encumbered by the weight of your medulla
Oblongata, with the weight of revolution lying on your shoulders but

Ghetto Knows

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

New York the city that never sleeps 
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin' in the streets 
Shit gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids

I've been nice with the spittin'
And divine with the fitted
Got the ice, see it shine with the glisten
On fire like a Litten
Disguised in the drive by