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nigga from the floss bitch
Jewelry on my body leave you seasick
Ice on my wrist and where my neck is
Bitch I'm a perfectionist
My lyrics so fire I'm

here we go welcome to the show
My lyrics so critical, I'm quite the individual
I'm killing these beats like I'm speaking a ritual
I can paint you

line
I was suicidal remember that time
If you listen to delivery in the way that I'm spittin'
These lyrics you recognize I'm 'bout to enter my prime
Yeah

playing with this cryptic
Only way I justify my lyrics
Know that I'm in this for the long haul
Hell of ride this is gonna be
I've been tryna find the one

From My Family to Yours

The Lost Boyz

Love, Peace & Nappiness

1997

take it to the stage and let the lyric game buss
I'm tryin to live a hundred plus in this crazy world
to hold down my fam, Queens, and my baby girl

the meadow, Endofaya son, we never stall.
I'm from Soweto and I weigh a ton, I want it all.
Sued sofas in a black Range Rover, I'm a lyric militant and I'm

up, and end me
If he wanted to, blunted with the brew in his hand
Now does that make Shorty rock the man?
Not only in your hood but in my hood we lost 2

and they pullin on my drawers
Lyrics speakin ignorance I’m not no dummi boy
Fuck about a teacher I write verses in my notes
I got verses in the blogs
I got

then I ever been
Soon king bunny and me
Sealing over seas
Living la vida loca
Turing super nova
Yeah
I'm on my way
The lyrics we spray
I'm about to go

on my lyrics
Know that I’m a genius
Like I’m Phineas ever since
I was a fuckin’ foetus bitch
If I’m a dick then the game is semen
You know it is semen in

is already being lifted
I'll never back down cause I'm naturally gifted
I'm cooking this beat like a hand grenade
These lyrics are handmade
I'm not

I've been writing down these lyrics, these stories I'm telling in the book
About a kid who looks back on the shots he never took
And after verses, he

free lyrics for everyone I'm not Oprah the least
I win free wearing chains lose the bondage for me
I let you know this next verse
Charismatic vigilance

with the lyrics I breathe
I'm bracing for more but not packing no teeth
Don't matter if ya ginge, black, white or Asian everybody's gassed when Barton

rappers from those whole crowds
Fake lyrics
Foul intentions
I'm gonna make the haters watch
Cause deep down they wanna be me
And I ain't got the time

look white
Don't let the lyrics mislead you
I'm like a mixtape
The melanin's right between you, That niggas hard
And that's a pretty bad beat too
Nigga

lucky this ain't a fast beat
Coz I'd have more lyrics to spit I'm an animal in this jungle
I'll tear you to bits, have you ready to quit
You're gettin too

tubing with Truly’s, her ex looking stupid
Summer time flaunt, I don’t have a worry
Lyric time off, I’m just telling stories
Oh no, they cosmetic, a bitch

dick in my palm
Jerkin' off to King Kong playin' ping pong in a pink thong
Uh here we go again
They said they don't like my lyrics
They say I'm too

Blame it on me
Because the only time I got spirit
Is when I’m pouring down these spirits 
Or when I’m writing down these lyrics blame me 
I’m use to it

my life
I do it for the thrill I get from jotting
Down these lyrics
That exhibit
I'm not here to fucking kid with
I'll do anything for Foreign Roy
My

Light my blunt and analyze the deeper meaning of the rap game 
When I write my lyrics at night
Im worried how this chase for fame has crippled our mind

the lyrics gon' strike
I'm like a knight in the darkest of spires
Filled to the brim with the demons and smite
You wanna challenge cause I wanna fight
Look

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