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So money watch your mouth, or I'mma have to bust ya
Battling MC's, from JFK to Russia
Back down to London, Sweden and Brazil
Do a U.S. tour for three

porch
Ok they say I make a stick talk
Make a bitch stalk
Imma fuck around and set it off
Make him crip walk
You can tell she a bird 
By the way a bitch

spread the love to shorties that’s surrounding me
I could never (nah, what)
Treat you like you property
I’d rather set you free and watch you throw it back

be a big MC by end of school term
I'm a big bird, you're just a worm
You don't wanna receive third degree burns
When I bust gun, everybody spread like

given
Adults are the results of this crooked system
You played all the roles this the life that you envision
Your baited by the trap and your the one who

for dreaming
Death by knee
Floyd Stopped from breathing
Power hungry
Y’all start eating
Pulling numbers out your ass like magic illusions, lies
Rabbits

in the dark
i walk an extra 3 miles to avoid crazy fucks in the park
denied by the bloods, turned down by the crypts
my fuckin auntie kicked my ass

the stick like pinokieo 
You don't  get bread if your homie broke 
He say he a killer then show me bro
If you got what you owe
Nigga throw me those 
81

public schools to a Bachelor's degree
Now I'm using you channeling all my energy
Using you for my therapy
Tryna manage all my funds for these families

come slide I'd stayed by ya side
All trust we vulnerable
Thinking I should bring you home
Throw on PND see the freak in you like Jodeci
Feenin' need you

hard I can see through your angle
Nigga you're a square shoot him 90 degree fast balls through the air
Yeah I striked that boy out
I ain't talking bout

time
Your stalwart soul is begging you to open wide, set alight
Paisley patterns adorn her soul
A pink wallpaper on a cabinet door
Throw wide those gates

Introducing the Jamie Hewlett of rapper music
Influenced by Stanley Kubrick, exclusive for all my hooligans
Oh, we just recruit again, I can take your

barely see the Ground
Aint gotta throw her on a scale To see her by the pound
Shorty by the O loud pack like a Flame lit
Rolling up the dro gas like

that
You’re killing me smalls with a baseball bat
I’m here to prove a point sending three back at you
Turn back time for a share in a capsule
Knight

the bullshit I'll stunt on an ex
Throw my gang in the air like I'm bangin a set
Two things I'd die about my money and respect
I'm the OG guerilla im bangin my

in the crow's nest trying to get drunk
Nero's somewhere fiddling, and we're all gonna drown
Somebody send an S.O.S.-we're sunk
Throw out your

too much stress

He'll tell you you work hard three hundred days a year
for the money in your bank account
and there ain't no reason that he can think

to a certain degree
Not gone lie, dealing with me for the strong not the weak
You just throw that ass back while I roll up the weed

I don't like that friendly

it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it

Or get it blown from the top gun

Your hype man makes more noise than you do
Your whole set sounding like doo-doo
I can't tell if it's ya vocals or the autotune
Either way i ain't

change without coming my way babe
Coming my babe, coming my way babe

Look at me, I'm what you need in life
I throw it down, you gon call me your wife
We

Don't cry - dry your eyes
They say the grass is greener on the other side
OD off the white Gregory Hines, forever my
Lines are indelibly spit in

The Rhythm Method (Move!)

Flobots

Fight with Tools

2008

You know its our music by the movement it makes

The crowd that it draws
The yearning you get
To prove what it takes

Move
Throw your body