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representation of Latin excellence, 

Neck full of ice but still surrounded by some tech pullers, 

Demeanor is egregious leave blood in the house you sleepin' in,

laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's

be free again
I wanna feel the fucking fire in the rain and the blade numbs the pain
That's a stain in my vain like a chain in my brain and then they

the Bay of
Biscay on the morrow. I was not always called by this name, you know... To
you, I am Caleb Blackthorne, battle-scarred master of an English

Blood stains on my Valentino's
How a nigga been stepping
Ask about us no question
It's just three letters I'm repping
I got great reviews on my last album

back, score a pair like Donic
Word up when you speak about profit
Chosen by the one like prophet
Rest in peace take off like rocket
Terpenes in my blood

I'ma let it drop this time, yeah

Psycho is fearless
Anti-snitch that means I'm illest
No bitch in my blood so
I qualify as the realest
Infinite my

It's all of the world that we dance for  (We dance for)

Flying out the gates with angels by my back
Blood is on the floor coz the devil's in my tracks

and rotting
In plastic wrap, blood clottin', you're downtrodden
But imma keep winnin' shit by all means
Only one of us can carry on chasin' the dream

guys can't talk on the team
Too many man got chased by me (Runners)
Bore you up and the blade I keep (Keep it)
And I had shh running from me
I'm not

nobody I
Can get it by myself

Why you try comparing me to
You when there's a difference?
Copy all my shit but we all
Know that I'm the genesis
If I'm еver

This Song Is Called 
Clown Luv
From Shaggy 2 Dope's 
First solo album 
Fuck Off!

Here They Are;

HEY!!

(Shaggy 2 Dope) - Verse 1
Gansta's bangin,

They Got Me

John Forté

Poly Sci [Clean]

1998

C.I.'s
Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, why'all niggas need

My shit's straight bile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed
or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch

[Intro]
Somewhere in Baltimore, MD
Lying a psycho, surrounded by money trees
Pick off the leaves and roll up a blunt
That’s how much fucks I don’t

Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name

If you're fed up of them
Keep lyin' on tracks then put
On my tune and listen (Listen)
Black blade when I step out at night
Cah the silver ting

Mortal's blood forever flows

Mountainous black
Engulfed in a shadow
A bone chilling growl and an Eye of Hate
A ghastly fate, held prisoner by the Eye

Yet

and want beats by Dre
Listen to Rittz and when I sleep I pray - AMEN
If I'm evil call me Satan
No I'm never stopping I just wanna be the greatest
Yeah I'll

were going through some trials
Now it's down to two from three, I'll relax and smile
But I'll hit you with the .223 if you're getting me riled
'Cause by

don’t care about your album
I don’t care about your tape
I’ll make what I make
And I let it resonate
In time with all my efforts
To me you just been

Yeah yeah, the Pazmanian devil
(yeah peoples) Outerspace
(yeah) the fuckin' Warchild
Planetary (yeah, yeah)

One for the blood, two for the ashes

King Kong Nigga
I go murder your album with three songs nigga
Most of these rappers be bitches in thongs nigga
Let me inform ya
This is Africa's finest

I deserve the throne
I done upgraded my accomplishments
Rappers look at my last three albums
And wanna body it
But really should embody it
Never meant