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Yeah 
and I go by the name
This some TMFA initiative Ladies and Gentlemen
introducing

I'm something like
John the baptist to these rap saviours

the glizzy gotta knocks shots
Through the window hit ya top why
You thought I ain't have the chop drop
Right where you thought it was lit to come spinning

spilled guts I done lost a lot
Still I upped the level and it cost a lot
I done sauced the pot but my R.O.I. was still waiting for the leaky faucet drops

dice roll
Cardboard cop car make off, dog sniff
Squadron, dark tint cold block, jail cell
No food, no lights big blunt, big can
Six kids, no dad one mom,

lame
You niggas some bitches keep botherin me
I'm off the drank I lean off the drank no blood in my veins
Straight gangsta in me
When I get my stick I

some cents
I got a place I could spend the hours just to make it right
I got bake up again the flour measured by the sights
I was asking for too long so

but applyin' this pressure
The game watered down
Round waves so I hold you probably down
I am not impressed by whoever
Y'all think deserve the crown
Lot

Chea , Chea, what
Need I say more
Yall niggas know who the fuck it is
Act like you don't know my ad-libs by now

If you know, you know
Chea,

sometimes I pray to all of you 
Rock gods ,pop stars ,rock bands, guitars 
Hip-hop don't stop 
One mic beat drop 
No American idiot 
So many thoughts running

head
Got me fucked up, if you think I don't know what a nigga said
All that he say, she say, drop a bag, leave a nigga dead
I got some opps that still

a demon
Went to war with all of ‘em and left every one last one of ‘em pleadin
Held they bodies tight and drank the blood they was leakin
I was chillin wit

hit up your hood you gon play by my rules
I came to be king I cannot be kinged
I been balling like two three rip two four
I know you don't get it but

stay down stay down

Drop da top on da Jeep ride through Brooklyn
Cops they looking
Intentions of making a booking
Cuz I'm black and caked up
Inspecting

just stealing my back
Root of the tracks
My route retracking
Tracking you back
His hands are empty, he
Used to have plenty

I've worked hard and hard

a nun
The world won't show no sympathy
Full of folks with racial bigotry
Karma come to get you instantly
Drop a bomb on your squad 1st Infantry
You're

'm coming
Up and I'll trample, stomp ya, axe and chop ya
Grab and drop ya, Stab and shock ya
Til there ain't none left to ponder
You'll be dead, Uganda
Out

with Black Drop
Where we could leave Amerikkka behind us
No distorted images, only we define us
Be all we can be, no one can confine us
One big happy

niggas chase bucks
I got it taped up
To the waist line in my pants Hard to button up
I pick up drop off nigga pop off
Peroxide in the cut gettin' topped

liked them
None of em niggers never
Had this
Still at the top
All they had was slit
Nicky Nick echo this hits
Somethin like that
I was raised by the Swati

for you to meet me up top
Been so long I missed the drop
Now there's no way back to you, back to
Now there's no way back
Lost the tools couldn't even

glory
And give it to the living true almighty
The one who keep us free
From the bondage babylon incite subconsciously
And that's we have to take it day by

God I think the world is
About to collapse! C'mon
The buildings and walls are all falling
If you don't know, you should by now
It's the motherfucking

need no bap
Claiming they rush it, I got him by laps I get pop shit when I want to
Y'all just pop shit when y'all can Bad bitch sitting with me in

the west, first rule
In fact, we the first Bloods and Crips
First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips
First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop
Bring