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outta yourself, by assumin
(YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
(Turn that shit all the way up,

that can lower the mountains and make the path straight?
Bulleted tracks bangers jam no gun
Solar with the energy powered by the Son
Sin had me trapped

to strays! 
Y'all fools need aid!
Can't be caught up in the fame and fashion
Spilled my cup at birth the kids was laughing
Divided by myself guess I'm

wrong and right
Now I know her ways
Now I know her type
Left with all this rage
But it wont go to spite
Doubled down on my self loving
Been bossin up my

take it there, and shoot start shootin up some heads
I dont know nothin but guns, i dont hold nothin but guns
I just know I got a gun, all yall better

I've seen it all, at least a dozen times
Like a song stuck on replay in the back of my mind
The spark ignites, fueled by the high
Like a raging

His best friend Jackie by his side
Target of laughter all their lives
They only wished to see a smile start to fade

Heart beat racing, full of dread

the gun off
Now run, don't walk
Get loud, don't talk

Devil my neighbor
Distant with savior
We all want the paper, want the Green, Mother Nature
Life's

different ways
It can be a tool for war it can be a road to peace
It can glorify an ego to the point of human waste
It can educate the masses or reduce us all

a Cheshire Cat smile
Standing by the hearth, the embers peering through my soul
All my senses swell. How my mind rebels
I'm drifting with a gun in my hand
I'm

the shxt i left my toilet all cracked,
Yeah my troops they stay solid,
They ain't fakin heart attacks,
If you wanna ride wit me you betta license up your

Have you ever felt caged by
A beast you can't atone, oh
And everyone surrounds you, still it
Makes you feel alone, yah
We all got problems, seems

a real bad bitch
And she don't act like she just met me
Bitch I love the way you look
You in the mirror getting ready
I might give you all my money
Once I

She ain't banging any side
Even the civilians get surprised
Broad day hit them up where they all stay
They don't care if they mamma in the hall way
They

live

Wanted to climb but there’s no ladder
You’re bound to be among the damned
And you were born a heavy hand

Only the people can save people
All you

most of these niggas my son
Taking shit down, nigga, you know we don't buy guns
If I catch that, boy, I can't let buy guns be buy guns

All that

smoke gun smoke who the fuck want gun smoke
All Snakes can't eat I made that shit cause I'm cut throat
They praise Allah and not Jesus who the fuck need

They ain't picture me like this, lil' nigga
I'm a believer Hittin' all the city bitches from all angles

Perk kickin' in, leg lock, no Kurt Angle No

way back we had no guns with us
Murdertown gang gang they was turnt up with us
Man Jane, E Rob, Tyson Smooth know what it is
Little Law daughter

over real quick
He said cool
Hung up on the one
Couldn't wait to really get in this sun
As the time went by
In a blink of an eye
All the plates

popped, long enough for them niggas to plot on me 
Went and got a gun
Shot one 
Now I'm im left with all these problems
I'd be lying if I said I don't be

all about the money
I was in the 7th grade, shootin' dice for the money
Tryna hit this other 9-5, writin' rhymes by the nightlight
Tryna get us up out

Party for the Fight to Write

Atmosphere

Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs

2000

the toys
As a child Hip Hop made me read books,
And Hip Hop made me want to be a crook
And Hip Hop gave me the way and something to say
And all I took in

Drink Up

Tech N9ne

Planet [Deluxe Version]

2018

to get scrappy in this bizz naive
I spin his hair right around
Yes I did my G
He wanted to run up and get with the gun up because it was whizz by me