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This is another production by Rock The Party Crew
Papa Fatz
DJ A Plus Las Vegas
Come on yeah
Uh huh
Just let a brotha know
Uh huh
Just let a brotha

aids
A nigga tryna die from old age
And put my mommy up in a mansion beach front with the waves
You know them typa things bey
The real things real niggas

this fire left No velocity, an empty screen I scream out my insides This malignity will decimate time bounds my spine to images On this are you the pain

through some shit, I got some bad habits
See I might break your heart, I'm just another savage
Damaged goods by the person who I thought was good
See my

with the taste
of a momentary lie 
The fantasy twists 
my veins are turning dry 
but I want you by my side
I want you so

Your rare scent that nobody

on
Other sides of double lines of yellow paint
I've got no one to pass 'cause man I lead the pack in
My city and yours, I'm too immaculate to emulate
So all

out of this place
So soon, I tell em by any means necessary
That’s necessary oh yeah
Oh yeah oh yeah
Yo blud how you mean?
‘Cos you’re my priorities

R is for the real
But he gotta be right
I am independent
But I like him by my side
G you think it is funny
But I promise I'm not jokin'
H for all

Do you really
Cause I been telling myself that ona daily
Never been one to really follow society
Been doing my own sh*t
So every mistake that I make I

woah
She wanna roll, fuck on the low
Pass it to bro, give and I go

Yeah, I know why these niggas are mad at me
Watch on my wrist is their annual

I ain't sticking by the rules but
It weren't worth the sixth
So, I'm spitting till I am hoarse
Turn words to scripts
You can visualise my thoughts

awake but no point in leaving this damn room
Roll my head and I take a glance at my tattoo
But you ain't even live by that dog that was a bad move
Ya

The Game

Mac

Shell Shocked

1998

affiliated, enemy lines are penetrated
My niggas wit me
You cook me up, put me in the pipe, hit me
Spread me in every ghetto, every city, I get busy
And buck,

Mossad, or FSB
Labels
Nah, those are agencies, tried to sign me
Said, my writing and critical thinkin' were way beyond reach
Wanted me to teach
But,

of mastering rhyme etiquette
The fine dimes, the lines that stand time
Are materialized by the genuine mind
Sometimes the fights enough
Not Warcraft, make love

to hell
Cause it wasn't getting easier the way you fell, I could tell
Got scared cause I thought I'd be plagued by the cycle
The argument I caused that was

Ahhh that's why I fucked yo nigga
You weird ass bitch
Big Bratt Shit Bitch
You already know what the fuck going on
It's over
Yeah
It's me
Man my city

This isn't me tryna burst a bubble and
Me tryna elevate my position in concrete jungles
I find that I hesitate when they ask me about my struggles

chick, tryna get digits
Put it on my phone then we flip this script.
I
Got the tinge of ginge so I cannot sell my soul
Rolling through the 666 but I don't

past my limits
You can't put me in a box I don't fit descriptions
Ima dog can't be fixed I need my prescriptions
Chick fil a different flavors getcha'

these man are chasing clout
I'm chasing money making pounds
Best be keen cause I got my team
We keep it clean don't make a sound

We robbed off (shhh) n

didn't mean to do no round arounds just fitness
It ain't personal
Just business
Came around just did this


I came around with my niggas 
Round here no

Every story has an end
I just have one request about this record in particular
The two of you have to take a page out of my book
I'm on empty, my

taste so sweet (ah)
Why ain't you living?
Yeah my memory's vivid
Why this shit make you livid boy?
You look like a pigeon, a clown and a half you are
With