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panders and amateurs
Nursery rhyme handlers, meet the sorcerer
Bet you'll get vanquished before I
Finish my dank spliff i'm warning ya
Broadcasting from my

be surprised by your findings

Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some

that they did it, and the witnesses filming the cops showed you,
They still don’t get what they deserve
But we get it
Since you lit the flame, you gotta

eight months ago
And I was so disappointed
I never picked up the pieces
I was above that. I hate that I couldn't say that no more
I didn't know who I was,

the streets is cold but nigga Hell's hot
All this (three) spiritual warfare's got me shell-shocked
Ye should never tell just to avoid a jail cot, huh
(Four)

steamin'
When I snap I see red like I'm possessed by a demon
Always been a nigga that can dress clean
Robbin' everyday, I would finesse weed
Never knew

get lit

Walking in the function, how I be serving
Like who you testing? My
Bro got lethal weapons
Riding with my top down (On fucking acid)
And where

Ah Stogie T
Ey you gon have to settle down man
You got a lot to get through ait
After this man you gon have to decide
You know I draw the line
Make

They say if you do what you love, you'll never work a day in your Life
Perks put me on the wrong side of history almost every time
I beat my own head

blades for he-say, she-say, you should be afraid
If you talk shit about me you can't relate
I'm a teacher - I'll beat ya - I got a degree in hate
So kill

but say it, you'll get slaughtered
Unless your name is Layla she's my one and only daughter
Old enough to play in the division we call Masters
But I

when I dream I'm not lonely
Who's Your Daddy?
Chain up the beast
They gave me a job so he could never get out and so the beast sits there 
Dreaming

Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets

inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip

And Minecraft's something that
You'll never top, notch
Beat the devil out of Bob Ross
Make him run out of red, blood loss
Does anybody watch Smosh or did
They swap

on by deep, childhood traumas, sometimes the most outlandish explanations made the most sense. You try living in a state of mind where you’re never really

Can You Hang?

Lunasicc

A Million Words, A Million Dollars [Reissue]

1998

when I hit yo shit  danger 
Multiple rounds when the caliber spit 
Like my folks BO I mash on tracks to get the paper 
Money by the ton stack the loot

never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all

Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No

Let the Mayhem Begin

Mr. Shadow

Boxset

2009

you back as soon as I can

**Beeps**

[Lil' Rob]
Hey wuz up Shadow, this is Rob fool
You know we got some fools actin' stupid over here homie
So ah get

famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by

But then I'd never do
By networking with a band
When they stop off stage into
Fucking spare me your best bit
Don't fucking send me your press kit

hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)

Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these

to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do

'til she gimme top, uh huh
Skipping to the store I got a red hood on
Salvia we ripping out a ten-foot bong
There's a bitch inside my house she keep