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on the bottle
Closet rockin' hella class
Celebrate accomplishments with bottles
Too many for a glass
So many successful albums
"Supernatural" got me trashed
But

lord! He's so good! Who is this kid?"
In their playlists, my songs are the linchpins
They all beg for my album for Christmas, uh
Yeah my beats are

the violence No luck, Gleezy, I'm a real reaper
In the streets, been out here a while Then catch her up and R.I.P. him
Damn, I'm bout' let it blam' Damn, I'm

#4free (4free)
Austin Hip Hop Awards and South By unofficially (like 3 or 4 times)
I been out here makin noise how are yall still sleep (huh)
Took a break

out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty

Retro and I are cut from the same Ilk
Scary
My morning start with a nosebleed some bitch calling my name
Tugging my chain
Opened up legs
Lips

all the way back in 2023 
Saved it for my album cause I know a fucking masterpiece 
Made a plan, took a while but I did it all lonely
Must've opened my

did it, weak

Uh
Uh

Man, that album is fire
(Is it? It's actually quite bold)
It has some w- shit on there, but man
It has some shit on there

way I'm breathing fire with every word
Mic catches on, I try putting out but it never works
The only way to put out the flames is by dropping every

Without a Doubt

Black Sheep

Non-Fiction

1994

than Jessica and Miguel
Now if you're peeps of the Sheep then we'll let you in
But if you didn't buy my album then you're not my friend
I recommend you

and connect all of you!
I just wanna...
I just wanna...

I don't know a thing...
My words are flying in the soundwave
Created by my voice!
Echo is lost again!
I

you don’t think so, you ain’t carin’
No opinions, only facts here
Only facts are what I’m sharin’
There’s a thing we have in common
I hope that you’re

naaa ne s3 you fooling cuz
Cos the last I checked they could only see the truth in us
We are the chosen ones nothing like you hooligans
For gh dier

germs, it's fire like burns
I hear what they write, it's worse, I'd rather die first
Lie in a hearse than hear 'em recite a verse
Child play with small

Inside with the jokes
My rhymes is fire like Hendrix's guitar
My favorite album by Blink is probably Boxcar
I'm a corporation that pays it's taxes
I'm

over and party 
Get this muthafucka started off right (right)
I’m packed up to go took a trip to Mexico 
Mazatlan Sinaloa are you ready here I go 
I’m

Yeah, this is me Speeder Razor
Yeah, I was born and raised in Zastron,
That’s the name of the album too, huh
Yeah, I will never forget where I come

by
You think I give a fuck with my sunglasses I be out of sight
Nigga you can't see me even if you wanted to
You are where I was I am where I said I

and I
Can you finish are you done yet I'm trying to make a song
And I can't come up bars if all you do is talk
I'm trying to take us to the stars

provide for both
You live to eat with silver spoons and knives and forks
And I spit mostly fire from torch
But I am bothered by the lives that I've crossed

Yo J. Scott
I always said that pendulum gonna swing back around
And cats are gonna wanna hear some real, vibin', old school type shit ya know?

See what You've Done?
I don't know who you are
I don't know where you are
But you may wanna start changing your ways
Or changing your name

What

Fire It Up

Copywrite

The High Exhaulted

2002

a G-4 private jet
Bet you get more than grazed by the nine
Laid by the side
Oh you out of bullets? Here, take some of mine
And clowns hate how I lock

of albums sold where does their money go they ain't got not a clue at all
I don't go by the rules I got a job to do
I ain't got shit to prove y'all let them