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To make an MC shit in his bed Me and Scratch on a riddim, you're dead Two pale-faced lyrical men That get love in the criminal ends It's the white boy
to Oklahoma but all the money coming sooner (Uh) Steady focused on the mil (Yea) But I don't want to hear no rumors (Nah) The under dog skated by ya, right by
killy Hit the beat raw like I hit it with no Jimmy I just want it all so gimmie But I’ll work for it ya zimmie The name is Keedzamilly and I’m
the same Tryna chill, somehow always end up attacking Men, women and children, ain't nobody safe Bodies pile up by the lake Pills got me aggy, hands start
Sinister voices stand at command From Flatbush Ave. to Pickadilly Circuit We work this double edge to split the head of serpents To the finish which is
bustin slugs, please A muthafucka like you deserve 12 to your mug piece So all you niggas start makin tracks Because there's too many phoney baloney
Why you sitting round B? Put in work or make bread if you sitting round me Couple killers round me, if I'm lying I'm dying I wake up in the A.M.,
speaking Seen the candles and the virgins and The curtain it was beaded Greeted by the gypsy woman Who looked me in my eye Said ‘It’s free the first time
Phat setting standards Keep raising the bar Hot tracks you bump to While you blaze in the car Amazing by far Slang gets tongue twisted I spit this ish
out here, name dropping, drop a BEN, Frank for me Only, name that, work is, Jesus, & yeen even break Tubmans If u, lookin, for a rider, buddy, I ain't
To enhance societies primal fear A wonderful aspirations One achieved by several great men Ironically, the same fear that transformed the iconic legend, Howard
TO THE WORLD! SINNER! Seems like, everybody’s my friend, Or they wish my death, bloodshed-ed many ah men. I licked my wounds and I said I’ll get em again. Left
I got people telling me they miss the old me (JD On Tha Track) But that's like telling me you miss The broke me I left my past life in the streets My
before it fell out Doing shit that rappers'll never do You know I'm on that So why don't I start by telling You what was in my contract? Make the type
you been it just matters how you living/ Plus we put a lotta work can't describe what the feeling/ Ha re gadikile thata get the Eff outa the kitchen/ No
return to the same mistakes cnd avoid another night where we're laying awake In effect begin a step by saying the truth cnd correct incorrect things
My music magic Im a nasty kat I like nasty things Envision this track Like Freddie Kruger dreams She came in my mouth I ate it clean Dont look at me
By now the whole world should know my name Big B I be killing shit Virginia done seen the grind but now the world gone witness it The past couple
put them to rest Yo I be counting hours I be counting seconds I be counting minutes 'Til I'm chilling with my legends See I put in the work all week
roast your clique Throats get slit when this Vocalist smoke a spliff Okey doke? Oh but those don't work My focus is second to none, I'm parallel
Now we coming home to own the land yeah Now you know who’s on demand And you can't tell me shit cause you work for the man Fuck what you think I don't
the belladonna Watch if you wanna I work in that Castellano lisp French Resistance, Oxford comma Get press like I'm all cuff and collars Winter's brisk,
Little green men coming out of paint cans, Phosphate mines and Slaked Lime, 1966, he was sixteen, It's Central Florida in the era of the dragline,
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