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Slave to our tables, no we don't know why, yeah we're listing to the devil no we don't know why oh naw another prison system, no we don't know why,

Tekken
When I wreck 'em they all reckon I'm wrecking it not neck and neck
Neck another bottle I reckon they're gonna recollect
Regularly rippin' the mics

Scarlet night

Passcode

Zenith

2017

to confine
Get on, get down,
get on with no sight
Wonders of the night,
body's out of sight
Gonna make you fall into
what looks so fine
Scarlet Party's going

Mobbin'

Rasheed

Let the Games Begin

2000

exortin, killin, or writin rhymes
Me and my clicka slicka
Me rujer that's me chicka
Me love to finga freaka
So listen to her speaka
We burnin down the block

Khalas

Ra

7 Days

2017

cousin caught a next shot
Out in yard, tryna line up a headshot
Flew back home tryna get it by the headlock
I was getting boxes, banging it in Z shots

Phone it in again, another in the bank
I'm spoiled by the riches
I had a line to remember and
I wrote it in the sand
Tried to go get it but the tide

at Olive Garden
Wine bottles on tablecloths
Balling out like tea baggin'
I'm paid, I copped Alfredo sauce
The manager comes up
Says, "Spose, we love all your

later
Live inside this moment, write it and
Compose it, italicize and bold it
To formulate a
Time to recall, a door down the hall
Another sort a prequel

place In outer space til my face in the dirt 
Another day goes by I feel it only gets worst 
Yeah I drink and I drive 
Only if drink comes first 
I tried

A sick puppy, being unleashed
A few nuggies and some fat beats
I'm feelin stuck like I'm flash freezed
Vomiting my gut up in the taxi
I wanna another

Dunno what to tell you
I know that I failed you
I know what you think
Couple of years have gone by
Hope that my worth ain't the same when i die
Know that

[Verse 1]
I can be a little picky
Blame the sticky-icky
Pick a bottle, get a glass
Down the sippy sippy
I see you baby keep bouncin' on your tippy

Half an hour later and I'm gone
You was pouring bottles from your car
And I ain't ever felt like this before
I was ashing out the window looking

this is a wonderful life
Most of my homies, love the bottle
Hit the street in the freshest clothes
Rip the stage, and bless the shows
Spit the flows,

this is a wonderful life
Most of my homies, love the bottle
Hit the street in the freshest clothes
Rip the stage, and bless the shows
Spit the flows,

and each apostle I dutifully learned
But somewhere down the line it seems a different bug has bit me Like a cap I used to wear but now it doesn't seem to fit

flush it down with a bottle
I'll throw it all away
No one knows no one cares
It doesn't matter anymore returning to the clay
Suicidal agony depressed

play with a stock clip
Catch me beatin' on his head with these chop rounds
He tried to eat a two piece, and got knocked down
Heard my presence in

displaced
Going insane can't complain life is great
Pop another bottle of the overpriced champagne
Got your bitch escaping at midnight
Got her screaming oh my

Ay ay ay
Ay let's get another round
Lately I been celebrating, hard to put the bottle down
Roll a J, pass around
Roll some blunts, we got loud
Used

to enhance your postcard anarchism.
and maybe if i spit and throw another bottle at a cartoon
cop i haven't tried to understand then the fag-tax
down

to help
Get back
To my feet
I sit in this corner
By myself
And I'm afraid
To weep
Cause if I show
My emotions
They may just
Think I'm weak
Uhh
Yea
They may

Hey Boy

Teddybears STHLM

Grammis 2005

2005

friend you get knocked down, get up again 

You can smell some of the funk when we breeze by
We got nuff shit to go round, hit the peace pipe
We can do

the blessin' and the skills on the mic
Five years we know there's no diggity
Free at last see the light in me
What goes up must come down
I'll be around