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to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil

nothing on me
Ah, come to me, run to me, come to me now
We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God

Man, oh, man, I just love Christmas
It's

unimpressed by my Ferrari
(Vroom) her attitude'll sting
I mean this bitch is Waspy (Haha)

Takin' it back to the days I
Was emailin' blogs my own music, man

Be be, Kings but lets act the part
I'll lead by example, the best part's the art
Don't call me brown, it's less accurate
I'm only one race, Jet Black

You see that man standing out in his yard
You're driving by and he's looking hard
A different shade but that's OK
Just flash a smile and be on your

they gon' die, you can see
Hungin' on my bitch, I didn't know it was her, shit
But she knew it was me Feelin' like Shaggy, bitch, yeah, it was me

Yeah,

Waste Some Time

Nappy Roots

Answer to No One: The Colt Ford Classics

2015

Waste some time
Waste some time
Waste some time
Waste some time
Waste some time

Now I'm a three hundred pound red neck rebel
I'm a God-fearing man, who's

machine I skrrt
That's that blue coup
And Velma got the fatty
I'm smokin up with Shaggy
He got some real good smelling smoke in his baggy
No demons holding

Elegiac words
Recounting hopes
And forgotten lives
For beneath them lies
The dust of humans
The dust of dreams
The dust

A coach drawn by

Prod by Letu
Yeehaw Nigga
Armed and dangerous, like its fucking juice wrld style
Get the fuck out my face, grown ass man acting like a child
Send me

And I tried to fit the work mans tie, greeted all the strangers passing by
Hello, goodbye, I said patiently while I sit patiently

And they say that

her black curls
As I bellowed in the orchestra of freaks

I thought I saw her walking down by the seashore
She was walking with a three legged man

i day is by his grace
All the praise belongs to you oh God
Some inna di jail house
Some inna grave yard
So you affi give thanks
So me affi give thanks

couldn't afford the shit
But now I can
Heavy Metal
Boy I should be sponsored by iron man (ahh)
Jordans all day
Ion skate so I ain't rockin' vans (shh)
I got

Ain't No God In Mexico

Steve Earle & the Dukes

So You Wannabe an Outlaw

2017

in the can
When you're down in Matamoros gettin' busted by the man
If I had not seen the sunshine, I would not cuss the rain
If my feet would fit

chests
And dont think im some mass shooter pussy
Id rather go about choosing victims carefully

One time i saw a man in my yard
He saw me but didnt get far

flinging
They talkin' 'bout bands I've made
They don't know that yards got raid (yards got raid)

Baby want a trapstar
And we trap hard
My bros with me

Stay in Line

GZA

Legend of the Liquid Sword

2002

Area's dense with the flow from the sentence 

Engine powered by five hundred horses 
Press by a threat of joint forces 
For emcee's who spit rap

Amerika

Trick Daddy

Thugs Are Us

2001

And a better heart
Another start
Yo' own yard
And a place to park
You wanna
Trust 'em why?
And a better life' (life)
A bigger crib
And a home cooked meal

came across a young man
who was likewise peddlin' pot
And the Devil slid down the beach to the kid and said,
"Boy let me tell you what
I guess you kinda

hear it whenever I get home
If by now you can't understand
Then maybe I'm not your man
I'll just be on my merry way
Cause it was two dollar wells

Food loud
And it blaze pon di the rooftop
Answer mi phone like uptop
Alla my dogs dem head mad
Weh yuh expect from a Yard-man
Risk taker family fulla

in the road looking bad about 20 yards ahead.
You come back from a trip to the east but you don't come back from the dead.

Sure as hell he was dead

Lets do this man for real

We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids, we regulate up shit moving through brush
The beats is grim,