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cremated equal
All men are cremated equal
I just hope my death
Makes more sense than
My life
Ever did

Whether you're a sinner
Or live by the good book
We

a Burmese cell
And he sold me a pair of royal blue kicks
And he told me to swear by the loyal true Styx
That I'd never stop rippin' fresh rhymes to the bass

Foot on the gas
I'm on the ave
That foreign slab
Them Texas tags
I gotta have
Wood on my dash
Leather my ass
Skating on glass
These bitches bad
These

The moons lit catch a nigga coasting up in the slab

What else would you expect from a cat of my kind of caliber
Been already marked the day that I blow up

Feel the rush as it tingles, tantalizing my spine 

How many more times can my nerve endings explode 

Jonesing again for that one last dose 

Shove

Got It Sewed Up

Mike Jones

Who Is Mike Jones? [Bonus Screwed & Chopped Disc]

2005

shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me you far behind
You wastin' time by talkin' down
You considered trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin'

On a slab or a platter, it really don't matter in the end
I've been gobbled up, swallowed whole, by the world a while ago my friend

Life's a struggle,

a hater
She eat me like Now and Later
I'm just tryna vibe
Turn the music up, let's get high
Backroads, we can go for a ride
I just need her by my side
Not

Those Were the Days

Lady Sovereign

Public Warning [Clean]

2006

stuck to your packs
Stayed out till it was pitch black

Sprayed my name on concrete slabs
And I never got b**** slapped
Seen a couple of mans get

Nigga all my sessions cloudy (reeezy, reeezy)
?, Hey yo, he don't smoke but he feelin' it
Huh
You already knew that was gonna' happen, man
(fuckin'

riding, got me loaded and cocked
Much love to my nigga Trae, good looking out

I heard they coming to get me
But it ain't gon be no easy task
See me with

as hot as me
And by my calculations your
Content old as monogamy i seek philosophy
You'll see a lot of me just
Through these views that be isosceles

I

the trap jumping
Big 9 on my hip had slabs for the 40
Karen in the hood told that bitch don't record me
Bustin' down the pack had slabs for the hunnid
Call

gotta see me
First cup I'm in a cartoon 
By the second one I'm in 3D
Ima shine until my time is up
And that's on my soul
So to take a break from all

Watched my momma serve them bags, I was raised to get paid

I got sticks by the door, dog shit on the floor
I was on the new things, think they missed that

This, this, this for my projects (oh, oh)
This, this, this for my projects (I say, oh, oh)
This, this, this for my projects (I say, oh, oh, yeah)

Don't Ever Forget

Krayzie Bone

The Growing Process

2015

(Who?)
I'm talkin' 'bout dabs by the slab in the lab
You don't even know nothin' 'bout it
You tryna get this high? Little nigga I doubt it
Don't you

Is a Playa

Z-Ro

Guerilla Maab Resurrected

2012

stop
Sideways in the drop, pour lean like bar
I must confess I's a G by far, Lil' ole Trae, riding blue over gray
While swinging wild like my name Roy

I'm rich
Flip the pack by myself til my plug outta zips aye
Banxious told me get it so I got it and we split em
I been on my grind make sure they know

brought dope
Sold to us by a 
Shivers
Frog like tobb
O' Dell brought the slab
Hopped back in the car
Split it up
Gave me half
O' Dell got 
Killed by

in myself
Sweetly watching Candy Candy
Shoulder-to-shoulder with my mother
Learning language parrot-fashion
By one green bird with my father
Carefully

look in my eyes anymore when I make you laugh
I can't help but think everything's my fault write that on my epitaph
You unintentionally threw away my

You've never met anyone like me
My track record like
Samurai jack mixed with jet lee
Trained for every attack and terrain
I rain pain on those that

stack by stack
These waffles the main event snacks just the act

Waffle party in my tummy
So yummy makes the day sunny
From the heart no need to hustle