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'cause you're not no Crip
Don't be angry at me that you got no hits
You could go ends and they all know Cench
You could go ends and they might know you

Changes

King Curtis

Live at the Fillmore West

1971

(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album

한순간에 부자가 되는 꿈 like macklemore
하지만 난 되고 싶지 않다네 one hit wonder
i wanna live long in this muhfuckin' rap game
난 말할 거야 마지막 순간에 check mate
그때까지 날 기다려줘 just

the streets are patrolled
By remote-control creepy Gorillas
I be dressing like I'm Ichi the Killer
I chase Scallywags like a pimp from Compton
With a hoodie

fraudulent, I'm selling drugs
Where's the love? Hit my plug
This is for my 40 busta's holding crutches
'Cause they know they hustlers
While the man is tryna

wanna pull up and freeze
Ice man got D
Sandman sleepin’ on me Triple Z-Z-Z

No, no, no Hold Up man
No, no, no He wanna hold up on me, oh
I Taekwondo I got

Flawless Victory

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
I’m helping you committing suicide I’ll be

to me you
Is a nobody
So sorry I am so cocky
My ice oh yes it be so rocky
Who the fuck else know what I mean
Up high by routine
I’m the dean
Of the school

Squeeze me tight like an anaconda
Fuck that bitch like she Jamie Fonda
Delay my shit like my album name Donda
Blast that shit in my manual Honda

I've been making fat stacks since like 2005
Giving me some signals, trying to learn me, call her mime
Acquainted by my music, and she like the way I

initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move

[Intro]
Somewhere in Baltimore, MD
Lying a psycho, surrounded by money trees
Pick off the leaves and roll up a blunt
That’s how much fucks I don’t

you couldn’t make a mile
Smoke a bowl and stretch your soul
I’m on a roll, stuck in album mode
Who else kills it the same way that we do?
You’re

think of an album name
Questioned the connection like a membrane
It's insane
Then it hit me
Like a hurricane
Each track was a daydream
Resulted in a brain

Off my 9, off my roll
Have a toast
Off of 9, by the hour off payroll
Off the wage, on the wave
How it goes
Stream sales don't mean nothing
But a post

flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never know
Stepping on my critics, beating on my foes
The plan is to stay focused, only then I can grow
Straight

shh, then cue in the music
Like we’re livin’ in a scary movie
Once upon a midnight dreary
Sitting by the fire in our study feeling scary
Writin’ our

It's Willy on the beat his first fuckin' album
He never wanna play cause he never wanna shout er
Never wanna shout er
Talk about the city that you

Swishers
But I know some niggas that only sell sticks
And I know some niggas that only hit licks
You'd think someone was sick how they looking for Vics

Glenwood Projects

Ill Bill

What's Wrong With Bill?

2004

you crashing the whip
Laughin at hoes, taking fakerss to amateur flicks
While the Ill Bill albums kidnapping your kids

[Chorus � Ill Bill

many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked

too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat

Yea
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I’m feeling this tempo
Now let this

too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat