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Onto the next one, left in desertion
Every version of me leads to the same thing

Viciously sentencing
Tell me what's happening
Lost in a fever dream

Sentencing my routine to death. 
Break-neck speed, I'm charging, mad. 
Wreck my screed, I'm turning rad! 

The noise shall free me! 
Becoming myself! 

Embrace

"Another-victim-of-the-drug" sentencing
"Lock-him-up-make-him-a-good" citizen
We ain't breakin' even we gon' win against all odds
So you gonna need an army against our squad

the ground
The bee of course flies anyway
4am back again
Blow it up like Koolaid man
I might pop some M&M's
Blow it up like Eminem
I might throw a couple bands

No Nuts

Hieroglyphics

3rd Eye Vision

1998

menacing sentencing
Up inside this, oblige with guidance
From the funk expanding verb triton
I glance upon the multitudes of weak and seek
To organization

Get Up

Slaughterhouse

Welcome To: Our House

2012

never lay down and (lose), I was definitely about to (lose)
Then Eminem came like (“nah”) “nah”
This shit is entertaining, listen to the shit they

like eminem
When he was em
Now he washed like
A grandma mini van
Never been a fan
Always been a man
Don't hang with squares
Like Tiananmen
Acetaminophen

again before the piss hit the system
Another casualty who just got sick from his business huh
Wildin' out again, blood drip from his pen
Cross sentencing

sensing
The sentiment in the sentencing
The repentin' sense from what is left of me
Their spending cents on Comethezine
And I’m spending checks on another

on the work, 3 in the key
Boxing out the opps, just another Doolittle baby, gon brazy
Market block to block, oh yeah that new smoke hazy, it's not Fugazzi

business
I'm runnin' up winnings
You know how I roll
Shawty sit back
Throw another couple stacks
Skrrt off in a Jag
And I never call her back
Yeah ah
I ain't

battling
The way he flips the words on the track, he’s like an acrobat
Listening to another rapper’s lyrics like “that no fast
I mean, come on, you excited

like a pack of assholes
You'd probably get attacked by some 3rd graders

I like the old school songs
Like 2pac, Biggie, Eminem, Dr. Dre & other 90's

the remedy
Acting like you knew before, you thinking of a separate me
Can’t get caught up in another come down
40 corners how I work soon as I come round
I

said class in session
Bad asses is in detention
Wrath, madness from the sentencing, babbling
We don't get how yo schools is another prison
Did twelve

At least, let you find your way
To go outside
And do whatever you want
So are you still aware of this?
Watching days come and go by
Doing anything and try

like d'oeuvres
Finger itchin steady trippin in the kitchen
Psychedelic mushrooms i'm on another mission
Miss me with that bitchin' no pot to piss in

And my music and trust me

I'm gonna try to get big with this shit and I'm gonna get it
The fame, the money, and get noticed
By Eminem and other big

on his scene
Now the critics and the cynics
And the suits all fear
Another rap metal whore
By the name of Punk with a P
A lot like me
A heavy metal kid

in blue throw on they flashing lights
By now I'm dead weight, i can't keep my head straight 
I stop the car, but nobody a approaches, this the end

doing the sentencing
***** cops with blood on they hands, system protecting them
Police brutality
Just another casualty
Not to worry they assure us our

to flow in my veins
Wrecking the cells and progressing
In a menacing scourge
I'm facing a reckless oppressing
By the voice emerged, sentencing me

A soldier is a servant to his country
The warrior, protector, the destroyer
A soldier is a servant to another soldier
His ally, brother, wife,

and lock your windows bitch
How you gon' switch and dip, you tripping if you think I wouldn't mention it
You criministic fem, extending out your sentencing