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and we wake in the morning
Can't explain my life I dey make my money
Omo one by one

Thank God for the weeknend
I'm on a control number
I get shayo and all

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

the past three nights I been thinking clearer
Vision blurry, gotta my wipe mirrors
Kids is screaming loud, do ya hear us?
Nah, they fear us
God-like, Beerus

can't clock a sundial
Wake up mid day stay away till sundown
Shutdown, control alt delete
Boom bap took the jabs been broken breaking down like beats

and cap as fuck
This shit in my brain can't snap like us
This shit ain't for fame it's really us
It's all in our name this shit in our in blood
Since I was

to maltreatment
Then they wonder why it's bun feds
Like bunk beds we stay at the bottom
While they sleep at the top
The systems built to keep us controlled

One chance at that
Cuz the old me snapped
Know I pull these gats
Outta my backpack
Y'all moldy maps
Old ways control your paths
Take shots like goalie

know justice is blind, but the jury all white folk
Sammy Sosa on em, cause the jury sure likes those
Getting blurry with the microphone, In a hurry

the time, Murder, crime, police takin brothers taking brothers lives,
It's like a horror movie when you step outside, Frankenstein
Fill us up with lies
Hearts

out the gym, holy moly
Can't control 'em
They ain't seen nothing like this
Country rap tune since I was just a kid
Finally hooked up with my brothers

in the building, Tell em stay woke
Matter fact we want smoke, packing mines by the boatload
She 55 Mutombo, squeeze & grip, I unload
She like to play

And I feel that I'm okay
You break me down, oh
You break me down, oh
Ohhh, oh
It's time to go

Time, no shortage of that shit
Grind, like no ordinary kid

nobody
And we hitting they block hit the opp thru a optics
Money hungry the kid got a fetish
I feel like the goat i been eating on lettuce
I’m fucking his

No U Turns

G.B.H.

Carry On Oi!!

2000

bicker they fight they act like kids
Those MPs (politicians) who represent us
There're the voice the voice of the nation
But who wants nuclear

like a fraction,
I'm a lyrical assassin,
Me and my gang finna to blow up like a chemical reaction, 
You niggas ain’t fuckin with us, 
End up in

That throat's an abyss
When she suckin', ain't no inch that she miss
She swallowed me whole, she outta control
And got baby fever, so I let her swallow

Wicked with raps
Figure you rap cats
Outta just listen to that
Because I'm sick with the fat tracks
I'm quick off the mark
Flick it and spark back

a suit on
Disrespect the clique, and oh, you know they ain't got far to go
That's when I grab em by the neck, hit 'em with that RKO
Outta nowhere, I'm

up
Make the Arab gas and take
Their pants like cash
I get ridiculous with this kid sticking shit
Leaving no evidence
So dusting for fingerprints is

rides
Took your amp took your tooking snick by nine
Try to told them between us and your fresh seet to
Left that shity ass 10 dolla crate all for you
Kid

spending time on records I know is gone be timeless
Yeah that’s my only promise
I be out in public with his hoe like I hope he find us
Yeah
Like you look

If

Insane Clown Posse

Bizzar

2000

probably say "the point 103"
If I was a richy ass bitch I'd be like "umm...ok"
If I was Spin magazine I'd put me on the cover and be like "fuck us! And
I

riffles and a Tec
Trynna play me a fool
Ain't holding in the bag
Stick to the rules and play it cool
I don't switch rules just like that
Hey cous, remember

make them eat their words for dinner and breakfast
That shit come back around, full circle though like a necklace
Fuck outta here, I can't fit no