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diss me in my zone
See i'm way farther then fed up cuz i've been prone
To getting attacked by dumb bitches that
Cannot own

Their own shit
So they gotta

Yea
You know the album dropping so
It's like, it's like bonus content
For the day one's
Yea sometimes, I get emotional
I'll praly end up holding you

gave a whole album breathe a second take a break
Say the word I'll say their name
I'm trying to move away from hate
But when we work together look

nigga said he in the field but I know he ain't

Ol' shawty swear her box the best, but I'm sho it ain't
Ain't no need to fix yo face cuz you know this

the album cover, Heart went cold, I got it stitched
Like between me and you, I don't know what else to do
This my second mixtape, I hope they tune into my

Hey
Trust Gang
Heart felt the Album
Heart felt the Album
Aye I just lost two people in the same week
I stay to myself but can you blame me
My family

Woo
Yes
This the last time I write it and I take it back
No, this the last time, you fool me, why you play like that
You tried to slap me in my face

Ridiculoid

Cannibal Ox

The Cold Vein

know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)

When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying

with my kids and my wife at forty
Getting woken up at six in the morning
By my kids who can't wait to see their presents
The look on their face is too

Paradise
Ain't always come easy, yeah this life's a pair of dice
Watch it rolling away before it faces right
And numbers ain't in my favor, run away

Bitch, I'll rip your fucking face off
I never take no day off, I stay in the club if the bass hard
I only hop on the beat if the credits say "produced by

courtesy fee
Come through wit 50 like Curtis wit me
Album on stream no these verses ain't free
Nigga murder is dirty but the hearse is so clean
My money is

And I spit from the soul, the only way you're gonna feel it
Memories of me getting beat by my dad as a youth
This album represents me, nothing but

Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,

Maybach Music

Pray for the days when the failure was a phase
Or hate was the case but they tell you to your face
The top came down so I never

Them That's Not

J-Live

Mystic Brew: Fat City Sound

can't hack it now
The Billboard need a full metal jacket now
You see my face all day 'til it make you sick
I got a hand full of cards, you can take

Know How

Young MC

Stone Cold Rhymin'

1989

Verse 1
-------

Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this

face
And the words that you type in a text a day later
I’m tired of hearing the classic who did it
When people are pointing all ten of their fingers

want me to go there
And if it's not too late, I know bout a rooftop
I need your face lit up by the mood
All the lights of the city, they reflect on your

cold
Dear rappers, can you help me?
I'll even take a selfie with
Your album that I bought
I got every single CD that
You ever fuckin' dropped
I spent

walking away
And get out of my face
You can't even comprehend these words
It don't matter today
It don't matter anyway
It don't matter it don't don't matter

face photo
Get out of Kansas and visit some other states, Toto
Start following Drake's motto and stay so-so, yeah
I was rhyming on a track
Way back when

the other day
"What up dawg, feels like just yesterday we just graduated 8th grade"
Whole time you can tell by his face that the drugs were winning the race

The Mic

MF Doom

Operation: Doomsday

1999

She was thirteen and good we had a hotter date
It was just a number she never told she was knocked up
By the end of the summer chick almost had me