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Every Five Minutes

Grand Agent

Redneck Games

2004

another smash 
I just hit em wit it a minute ago 
On some exlusive promo to spin at the show 
Twenty-five hundred heads waitin on Black Star 
When J-Rocc

ain't hard to search
Why make yourself feel superior
By devaluating someone else's truth
Her fake butt or her makeup
May cover up, but still a bad ass

them take just couple of days
Also that each of my pieces can last but so long
So I'm packing it all in a phrase
Writing this album got me in a craze

waiting for the yobs
Panashe just came from h-town she deserve a tour
Live from the benches and I know
My verses like give you heaven
That cheese boy

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

through pain and hustle trynna find my inner self
Ain't easy feel surrounded by devils like I live in hell
Gotta get rich at all cost
Can't stay poor cos

tryna get my music live in stores
And I'm abhorred
By every executive in the war room
"There's been a million come before you"
Like I ain't nothing

Ay yo, French, you engineered this

That's what you're screamin' when them shells hit you For the love of God, better hope he there with you
Niggas

swimming in it
Album almost done, dawg
I'm bout to hit 'em with it
Never Too Different, bro
Who got a difference with it?
Bitches, bitches
Bitch in

the jawn I'm telling you when this hits ten thousand, I'll drop the album"
"Ay we finna stream that jawn back to back"
"Say dat lemme uh lemme get back

This the prelude to the album
This is everything
If you can actually pay attention
Imma tell you everything
What do you want to know

Fuck it this

kill my homiez niece and uncle 
Just walks right by me should I straight floor em 
Naw homie instead im gonna pray for em 
In 7 weeks when this album

ink all over the ground like it's Splatoon
But don't ask me where the album is, I'm procrastinating
Couldn't live through that if magic made it
Doesn't

tampons
Into my ears, just only not to
Hear all these wack-ass albums, brought to
The industry by ‘em dumb skinny and tattooed
Freaks, their raps -

again like Groot
No-one really knows how to make it, I do
I'll have an album done by like noon
And ride the Milano with my Raccoon
I'ma keep makin' songs

followers on Twitter
I'd like to live in a world where the quality of one's music isn't predetermined by their number of Spotify streams
The head of A&R

crazy I don't have a pattern
Imma go buy me a house on
A moon that's orbiting Saturn
I live it, yeah I live it
Beat you man I already did it
I already did

bitches in a Tahoe
Would you give it to me, if I needed a liver?
Just a question
I really don't want shit from these niggas
Got me on my Jay-Z
Black Album

King of the Ghetto

Z-Ro

The Life of Joseph W. McVey

2004

a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right

of boiling water
Live by the motto work hard play harder
No shave November Al Wassam leather fur
Rock a beard like a badass I should ride a motor cycle
My flow

hair thinner than tights, aye
Nahhhhh
Nahh

Are you freaking stupid
Are you freaking sick
I do not swear on track
I been do PG hits
Nah I just lied about

wanna make the sweat boil in your palms
I live at hotels like I'm Royal Tenenbaum
I'm losing nothing, I'm spinning
I chew 'em up with the rhythm

do what I can and still do what I can't
You've been doing comedy you know that I can't stand
And if that flew by your head then let me give you a hand

album of mine
This the beginning of something that's gonna evolve
Haters they hatin' they want me to fall
Planning to show all the non-believers
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