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head
Looks like he was willing to be led
To the fate that's left him hanging by a thread

See the Hanging Man with his body stretching over the city
With

a killer
Edward Mordrake with a straw in the brown liquor
Haddonfield lady killer
Shopping for baby sisters
Blood of hades up in him
Jodi Arias in the bed

Haha, yea
Them niggas know not what they know
I'm sippin' Veuve Clicquot
Yea
And all my oowee's gon oowee
Haha, aye

I start my mornin' off with

Kill me just cause' he ain't 3
No promise if I catch him
I'ma stretch him from his ear to feet
223, it's better his direction than a DOC
? with GOD
Amen,

game pretty strong
Paper getting long
My love can’t do no wrong
Pushback
Many can’t hang on
Cuz I’m only made for one
Lord put him on
Pushback
I’d give

What If

Fredro Starr

Firestarr [Clean]

2001

was here? What if he was around?
Would all these niggas claim to be king? Who would wear the crown?
Yo, what if 'Pac was still thuggin'? What if he

meditate the sound
I wear a snake around my neck so you'll never take the crown
Even scientists are baffled by the way I lay it down
I'm a lexical genius

The willows turn to blood might of worked
Sip a little, litter it, love it
Without big beetles trying to sell him
Sunflower seeds by the bucket might of
Tugboat

Flow boy flow
Flow boy flow
Flow boy flow

My ambition to survive
Is matched by severed ties
My testimony is ill, for real, surprised I ain't die

on total silence
Cos in four simple words, Michael a fucking problem
So imagine if I seent it and I picked up I'd be crashing niggas
I had to leave to snap

was deep how they mobbed Him
Think thorns worn as a crown
Here the Jews say, “Crucify Him pass it down”
Hear the squeals as the steel comes crashin'

Let's go make a thriller
I'm not talking one with Michael
Wake up, work, and hit the music
Every day a cycle
When I say I'm popping
Man I mean it that's

Busy, Busy, Busy now
Not many know about my whereabouts
Where is he, is he, is he now
I turn to God and they miss me now
I was rolling downtown with

The Rugged Onez

Shyheim

Shyheim a/k/a the Rugged Child

1994

flip it

[Shyheim]
Now here we go again another brother catching heart
Ain't that some shit I gotta rip him apart
Too many MC's fake funk claiming

some fries and wings
Obvious the pain made me bling
In the W, all you do is win
Tell my son you need blood to be a king
Rather crown the devils anything

the fuck you take a picture with your gun for
That ain't your friend man you known him for a month
Now you underneath his thumb while he's stripping you

Unpopular by demand I'm the man Sho'Nuff
Not even Saitama himself could withstand one punch
From the man with the iron fists lyrics bash your fronts
While you

too late for begging (skrt)
Stop humiliating yourself
Dying with tears on your face
It’s bad for my health
Now take him to the river
Torch the car, I’ll

Moham…)
All these Karishikas die by fire (fire)
I been talk say I no go pursue woman till I make am (I don kill myself)
Trouble key sleep Iyanga go shake am

stay in
I lost my mind i did it quietly
Dont call me yo lil bro unless ik tha u gon
Bitch, You gon die with him at granny house

play with my head already fighting demons
Gotta get yo cash up been balling every season
Wanna spend a bag already out for the weekend
U wanna come to 2

Stand up by reaching to the LORD
One revelation from Him can change everything
I know it did for me
Stand up, stand up
Your people need you
Stand up,

anxiety's consuming the kid
I don't know what might happen to him but he been going insane
On a daily he consumed by the pain
And where he from he use

the last time I heard that phrase
He popped to many then passed away
He had his whole life in front of him
Coulda slammed the dunk but he grazed the rim rest