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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

Judgment Night

Biohazard

15 Years of Videos History and Violence

2008

to the crack and I make shit get wild 
Run it by bust to start to punch, others front 
Top drop Caesar, it's more than a leisure 
Bitch every fuckin grain in

It's a Demo

Kool G Rap

Cold Chillin': Choice Cuts

2002

It's a demo

People in the audience Kool G Rap is my name
I write rhymes and insert them inside your brain
And DJ Polo, the man I'm behind
He

Mad 43rd Block Shit Man 
Make em Go crazy 
Splash on em with the Navy 
Yeah yeah 
Yeah yeah 

I'm loaded 
Loaded
Loaded
I'm loaded 
Loaded loaded

you niggas 
I admit I stand for nothing but my 16's  
Bitch I'm gifted  
100 miles I feel drugs coursing through my veins
Painful nights and memories

background is cold nights and summer breeze
Stack a hundred G's
Cop my mama a house whatever she gon ever need
I'm getting better with time I write less now
It

ain't taught about our history 
Oh now these phones got you seeing it clear 
Man that knee been on our neck for 400 years 
The pain and the rage come from

The amount of fake trashiness that I been dumpin

Coulda been a millionaire by now
Thought I’d be dead  now
But I’m still around, so I gotta flip around 
Like

How the fuck you sitting at the table and bring nothing to it
Built this table all up by myself and I ain't gon' fucking lose it
Say that I finessed

Love ya scar queen
You're a hot commodity
Only date kings not a boy who call you shawty
It's more to ya live than a mans odyssey
If he can't come correct

sleeping in the tomb
And it’s either you’re doomed when hearing this tune by this theatre to ruin 
And the blinkin’ of lightnin’ Is about to finish the wound

and talk through the hallway, my vision coming to Broadway
No, I do not follow grams, I just jump like Ja Morant
I need like hundreds of grands
I'm dunkin'

used to flip through magazines
Dreaming that I had the money for the most expensive things
Middle school I was trynna see, man, who gon ride for me
My

never  been the type to hold back
To live in regret
Always exerting yourself
Past one hundred
And ten percent

Brick by brick you've built
This burdened

even made it here

Told her hold up wait
I just spent a bag that's okay
Got more on the way
Got these niggas mad that they broke and I'm really paid
Man

comfortable with death, like I was sittin' on a bean bag
Remain a gentleman, but a nigga keep it active

Remember you a man before them foreigns and on fabrics

a child who has his own
I bust my ass
Bitch I'm riding in that money zone
You can't make plans
You can't make plans for my money
I got those bands by

shelled by a shy camoflouge
I got a grander cause
I need myself a hundred fucking grand of course
To raid a store
In a jiffy I spend it all
'Cause I'm

into this
Was never young and innocent wit’ light up shoes 
From the mud 
Thought this would mean way more to who meant the most 
You bleed Different

need to treat em now 
Ain’t gone lie I hate the 
Way you treat me now 

Allat gaslighting
Drive a nigga up the wall 
Passed up a hundred hoes
I coulda

you're bad for me 

Actually I don't give a shit no more 

Never liked the person I was before 

Changed man with a aim 

Hand to the God I see mainland

of them might stick around for my funeral
But swear y'all gon' be itchin' for my post-humo
Albums, all I think about, what they did, what I can
Just a man

in the moment
Don't stop the guys from going to mosque
Don't stop the guys from praying in church
I've hung through just by the grace of God
My bank

working one night a year
While the elves get one night off and work three-hundred-sixty-four
So now that Santa's out the door
You're about to see some