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6 Line Up
By: JonPaul L. Feliciano

Chorus:
Born to hustle for the figures/
I’m always one known to push my limits/
Paper bands stacking

I’m already player one life’s shot by Spielberg 
But homie tell me what hurts more 
you’re married and regret it or alone at 34
I drink like stone cold,

The best in the room, I'm like that
Not number two, bitch I'm a winner
You say you the hardest that's light cap
Buddy we know you can't fight back
Put out

Lets Go
Microphone check 1 2, 1 2
So sick that that I got the flu
So quick to rhymes
Creating rhyme stew
On a ripping track by the, sick group
Which

Diamonds to Coal

Jim White

Transnormal Skiperoo

2007

turning diamonds to coal

In love we find out who we are
In sorrow we abide
Our strength's revealed by what we build
From the broken things inside

But

And it’s one more shot in the dark
One more day waking up
Feeling that feeling you get
In your gut like you know that you just overslept
But you

There's a shine on the highway tonight in the snow
I'm going somewhere but God only knows
How I'll get there and when, God only knows
There's a shine

They say momentum's like a stone, it rolls without a caution
And love is like the leaves, hitting the ground around autumn
And me and you were

the shower dropped the shampoo
And you bout to get dropped by your mans too, cause I'ma tell the whole world that I fucked you
Okay let me paint the picture, I

To every competitor, and to any challenger
Have, gold bullets rocking
Inside your temple, metallica
What happens when murder and
Mix 'em with Galaga

The fight that started with two words, "I'm right"

[Chorus]
You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside
'cause you're Daddy's little superstar

their restrictions and get on with their business
It might seem far fetched and distant
'Cause they're split, twisted, and gripped by long arm
But we'll

of the walls of your glass house of a home
They can't handle my storm, shattered by the stones that you've thrown
I can't believe you wanna battle, are you deaf

im living grand that dont mean im kissin ass like you
Why do yall get mad everytime i spit all these facts at you
They don't really care about you fam

Guess satan wasn't counting on Him dying and coming back
Satan's celebration would quickly turn into dismay
Fast forward seventy-two hours when the stone

me off at the corner
I'll walk the rest of the way
I know these people man I'll be okay
I got a two mile walk no telling if I'll talk
By time I get

Right One

John Forté

Ghetto Supastar

1998

do be 
You get touched more than frisked by club security 
Lovely, what it look like? 
My sons run stuff 
Every time I touch a mic you want to,

and I’m lovin’ her vibe
Trying to get home
She wanna fuck in da ride
Suck on my dick swallow I leave it inside
Put a condom on I’m thankin’ god
She fertile

co-signs but can’t smother what the truth is
Stone face like a putting a mirror to Medusa
I deal with guidelines of honor like a Yakusa
Red rooster off 2

preyed
On a good man
Who raised him
He was wanted by the ops
And when they came through to Sweep
They get four up in ya house
Mask on
Gloves out
Who's home

and stones I threw
Ain’t no gun inside my pocket
Imma grab a rock and beat a nigga black and blue
They’ll be getting hella stoned like Imma do
With some blunt

my nigga jacob
Slippin', he beat them charges, we winning
Its 10 o'clock on the
Strip these niggas touch
The work it's hard as it gets
I was just a by

like a number 2,

Are you even catching this shit,

I know it’s been a while but my name should be stained in your brain by now,

Yeah I’m great right

motherfucker

See you a member that's plugged
Two had enough for the hustle
Warring  in cases
Haunted by all the faces

Bumping heads with them racists
Shocked