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in silence I hear the ticks of a clock
So we takin these shots by any means necessary
When you messing with the blessed you take what you can carry
Yes

I'm back in the mix I was down in the slump Walkin' this shit lines punch ya like trunks
Open the sack momma ask "What's that funk"
Try take what I

out, but I'm smoother than their fabric
Tryna make this punch, so I'm jabbing, wanted my pockets fat and flabby
Moving around so get at me, look how I

got no Bell
Smoking this gas you can tell by the Smell
Speak on the gang you get hit with These shells
You out the crew if you try to tell
Locked up

now
Livin' in lockdown
A billion fist punch will always end in a knockdown
Burn it down so we can build it up
Filling up all the cups that never had

not the one but I'm Morpheus I can pull you out of the matrix
Love the hand I was dealt but got new cards I can play with
Royal flush with the flow

I'm aghast we're the same
Still blinded by the serpents in the treasures we all seek
Nigga used to work for charity
Through a marketing agency
Four

know me
I just smoked all my fucks in a hemp wrap
Outside with my homies
My favorite is the og follow up by the cookies
I just need me some nookie
Cuz

the bass drop and hopscotch on a robotic man big as a rock stop oh no he slapping your face in with a massive metal long dong down by the Fox inn popped my

the bass drop and hopscotch on a robotic man big as a rock stop oh no he slapping your face in with a massive metal long dong down by the Fox inn popped my

a beach
This beat is heat as a gas leak
Lit on fire by a fucking molotov and L beam
No nothing is really as it seems,
Do your mother fucking damn chores
Ok

cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I

a beach
This beat is heat as a gas leak
Lit on fire by a f*cking molotov and L beam
No nothing is really as it seems,
Do your mother f*cking damn chores
Ok

the plug, what happenin', bruh
All my money stretchin' far
My Euro bitch with foreign cars
Thrash these streets, gon' shred the 'gnar
Gas bag, loud pack by

Hook:

You won't make it where I'm coming from/
Had to get it straight out tha mud/
Selling work just to make it out/
Fly n**** coming from the slum/

like pushing a car you know won't drive again
I think I had a dream of being an astronaut or an astrophysicist
But I found out you guys are
So I spit

here
Just trying to figure it out (Damn)
Hey plug that chorus pedal in 
And punch me in from the top man
Oh yeah all right Imma flip this on though (Hold

to get exposed on the microphone
By the everlasting freestyle fuckin’ assassin
That crazy mothafucka who ain’t never thunderclappin
Im face smashin'

Judgement Night

Biohazard

Judgment Night

1994

wild
Run it by, bust to start, to punch, others front
Top drop Cesar, it's more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin' grain in your brain, like a tweezer

got
Guns drawn on the pundits
Chasin down the sun
Runnin' up the Summit

Crushin' up the munchies, punch it
Now it's crunch time
Flaskin' up my cleats

hoes ain't wanna, now i step out in these Prada shoes
And your bitch bitin, put a muzzle on her
Bitches expect to be able to replace me til they leave

the train
'Cause when it comes to grindin', I bum it out
Like fresh not his name
I used to be impressed by you lame
Now when you see the Mac shells fly

than a Boosie live and we got scams
Probably more than a Bible of 'em
Get gassed up by yo gang
You gon' die because of 'em
All my niggas masked up like
I

One time for the one time,
Tryna watch out for the one time,
Ain’t did nothing wrong brother,
I’m tryna keep away from the flatline, 
I got about 4