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bluffing nah fuck it thanks for nothing

Head coach let's play
Giving a pass to the backstage
Two chains blue Jays cava the sauce at my age
Stick up

straight to the ceiling
I took a break but now I'm back at it again 
These nigggas hate so I don't need no friends 
The only friends I need is a dead friends

my hand on the mic
I'm a lyrical miracle you're
A spiritual criminal
Metaphysical syllables written by
The invisible
In two ways there's no pen yet I

the lava nobody survives

Chorus


2nd Verse
You’ll be dead before you know inside of a hollowed out volcano fuck-o you started this shit & I ended it

When my album drops stream 1 billion
My wisdom don't stop to count a million by the dozens
Now it is what it is as it was back then
Still gotta git up

bottles
When I spit, you freeze like terracotta models
Not a fan of you lot, be rapping facts till I drop, I'm boutta be popping off like rockets
Big up

a dentist
Said I emptied out my cup
So I need to replenish
Heavenly Father I
I want to tell you that I'm grateful
Went from dead weight to a staple
This is

Here’s a brief introduction greetings hello, I ain’t the belle of the ball I’m the low of the low.  Look, I don’t come equipped with any whistles

love
But I'm grateful that I'm here and not whoever it was
And I'm thankful that in you I found someone I can trust
Head over heels in love

clicks
Traveling within my wind while hitting the pavement
Headphones on look straight ahead 
Free flowing til I'm dead 
Tryna make the hardest shit ever

on if you think you can hang
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my

slurs
You beat a dead horse and get shot in your hearse
Throw it back at my funeral til your knees hurt
Cozy cozy, defeated by no one
Disappointed parents

standing on the solid rock
I bl-uh-uck (block)
Every adversary by bl-uh-ud (blood)
I am sharp not blunt when I'm speaking mystery 
I'm John cena they don't

literature
Like literally
I can't hold it
I feel all of it
The police targeted
Like I'm shoppin'
Want my albums posthumous
No fraudulent
Gas like

Runaway

X

Live at the Civic 1979

2001

[Chorus]
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...

[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like

ain't give me that superlative
And just as word got in
They said they ain't my friends
Thank God I ain't gotta pretend no more
Felt the salt like dead

NYC Street Corner Battle

Ultra

Big Time

1996

album
To prove you got skills, suck this

I'm makin rappers load they apples pack up, move they wagons
My style like Bruce Lee, MC's walkin into

this stupid fucking bitch just wants me dead. 

I can't take it anymore 
I'm tryna make sense of it all
And the Lord knows I'm on the fucking edge.

poo, I'm gonna give you a review of two stars out of ten. And if you say 'hey' again, I'll go crazy""
I won't tell you again, I've told you many times,

over leaves
While accompanied by a couple fiends Everyone is struggling
Grindin and I'm never stopping til I live in luxury
Waitin til the day until I

If  bars is dead
Consider this the defibrillator
HipHop LIVES
If you thought it died, you a damn lie
Not as long as I'm living
And this just

made without a cleaning hoe
No freestyle but this joint is a freebie yo
I dead mic's no CB4, I'm dead nice
You meanies Joe, where do all the heroes go

Hatchet Execution

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

1 Less G in da Hood

2001

I'm that dead body walkin' retarded and crazy
And I'm down to bust shots at cops on the daily
Still claimin' Eastside but sides ain't shit
'cause we all

what I had to do
Enough of this conversation
Got your attention, let's resume
Ha, oh wait, no
The studio's kickin' me out
The albums done, I'm steppin'