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then, we was both yelling f the Bible and Christ disciples
Cause we never saw the angel Michael ,we saw slugs for rifles
Spilled blood from I'll thugs for

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

take a look at the bodies, they’re covered in blood
Shit this a real shame, let’s burry 'em in the mud
("What did you just say?")
Shoutout to N.W.A., If

hood still the knife
get it
I'm doubting you
Your blood is rich give the steel (steal) and it's pouring (poor) right out of you
Do you get it now?

Like some succotash
But that do not mean I ain't rolling in cash
I'm trying to crank
This album out now
I'm delaying it when I don't know how
I wrote

just, do your best Bush rendish
Endless, move more than two inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this or see me ma

Get Ready

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

was sent by God -n- gotta message fo yo thuggs
You ain't feelin me huh--Dat's why you steady bussin sluggs
Leavin em dead in dey blood--got mommas

I ain't a game player
If a kid act foul wit me
He'll get shot
Down by three
Now that's a game changer look
I know I
Don't know why
I'm like this

the speakers
I’m eager to become a leader that’s deeper gotta move meter by meter
To become a teacher that preaches to the weaker and the meeker 
Transform into

a chance at all
He told me icons real name is vinny
Maybe when he's getting chased by a bunch of sweaty face record snakes
With chansaws and machete

shit
Yeah, yeah, shorty wan suck on my dick
Oh, oh, this ain't no jig, is a trick
Shit, shit, by the way I'm slinging this brick
Codeine straight to my

wearin' it now
I want my kush delivered by the pound
I want my guap in offshore accounts
I want a trail of bodies at my throne
I want blood splattered all

having talks with Dad
Saw the bad coming
He brought me
I watched the water pass
Pops was tryna hault me
From having
Thoughts of a altered past

Passing by

mind
An archaeologist, dusting off ancient relics
Lyrical gems, taken from ancient tombs
Rhymes killed in the womb
By these capitalist baboons
Destroying

charge
Like kings give me the crown
We buildin' up an ant hill like empires we build the mound
And we goin' to the top
It's in my blood, it's in my fuckin'

through working on this album, I believe my brother Saeed, is still with me too.
So this one for both of y'all, 
It's only right that I go out the same way

time, or maybe out of my mind
Maybe you can try sometime, a whole lot of bravery with a hint of lime
So sublime, that you won't be home by dinner time
All

ice with gin
Beats are oxygen and I'm the nitrogen
Fuck a 2 step I walk on the beat to a 3, 4
My lab brings me cash, but I still wanna see more
I hustle

tryna push this shit all the way in

Save it no point talking that blade shit

Fiends at the door they better be patient


Just linked my cat he's black

whiney nigga that's a fuckin' fail
Life without purpose, that's a fucking jail
Lost Cauze, when I spit it's fucking hell

(Verse 3: Ill Bill)
Master

for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not

With them boys right at work enjoyin some coronas at Rona
Haha yeah yeah yeah yeah kid
Right at work up in it it the only covid 19 in my blood stream

the songs that I do
Many called me insane but now they're doing it too
I sliced like a blade and like a boat just cruise
With the lyrics that I bring that's

been trying to forget
Some on their knees
Each of them weeping
Redirecting passers-by
I never cared to listen
As they cowered, i powered by
Sifting