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like pumpkins
Too many ozs too many munchkins
All cos of the hut tings
Zoots are going down to butlins

Put in a rizzla
Hand on green crushin twister

Go haywire she'll cut you up like a savage 
Hair on fire, I just wish she wore some glasses 
Saved by the bell, it's time to get back to class bitch

Because, they are scared of her
Repulsed by her and all that she represents

They dislike the look of her
Nappy hair, her hairy legs
Her unshaven pits,

don't see no damn controllers 
I been running shit since I came out the womb no need for strollers
Man I told ya when I hop on beats by boda we surpassing

next year I swear thats how it really feel
I keep it real fuck a record deal and how you feel
I just put my neck on windchill she better pop it like

some drunken emotions
It's really a cry for help but y'all just think it's commotion
I been doing it by myself you know just going through motions
Rollin

Sing-Sing, cha-ching! 
Real teachers teach real things 
I bring, knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it 
Challenging knowledge, only means that

might I ask, was your favourite couplet?
Hey where are you going?

The next day I get a phone call,
"Jerry, this is the Queen of England, and I've been

Things change for the best
Things change for the best, yes, yes

Ayo it be fine we can battle
On the Green Line
While you tryna think
Of the next line

Okay, here's another track that
Don't make sense
Hold up, wait a minute, I'ma talk my shit
Open up the door and get inside my ship
I'ma show you how

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
LET'S GO! (GO!)
My home out of space!
Come on baby i'll show you
Mom's told me these niggas gon hate
Brush them off my

Well I ain't shaking off shit but the dirt 
That I accumulated by digging down doing work
I love you mama thank you for trying to keep me in church 
But

down
Talked to god told him I ain't done yet
Real Krash dummy
Seeing that time is money - not a moment to sit
Then I got hit by car going fast

I'll see you in hell
My destiny is to show the world, that the music is real
Go back in time and play this shit, for the slaves in the field
And for my

level
High passed treble, If you meddle, we'll use metal
These lyrics are pumped by the fuel of the streets, my drive was on E
Until I got a refill,

no time, can't do no crime
Like it feel kinda good, but it's not right
Ride around at 12am, got seen by lights
This a real ass song, I can't even lie

with defeat
Who you see is who you be and if you are what you eat
Then I'm a pussy, don't push me, probably land on my feet
So I gets back, back to work

down in a system built for division over race, to embrace
Bein' terrified by terrorism, shoot-ups on the television
Shoulda known, to the real world,

asking no one else
Like I already know that I changed
But I don't give a fuck
And I don't feel enough
And you ain't real enough

I gotta face it like a man

rapper you're a well known stripper
Our goals are different I go the distance
I show no interest to hopeless women
I'm exposing bitches with pole positions

nights are back, they amplify regrets
And I can see those clearly I can even see my breath
Snatch me from the objects but you can't steal all my projects

and pregnant, still having her ambitions in mind
Now her baby is her testament

I know I've done wrong, but I'm proud of you and your development
I miss you like

send me to my cell, cause I won't sign no deal
Nigga posted with them guns, we know you ain't gon' shoot for real

I won't touch no pen or crack a seal

Love You to the End [Ur Version 2005]

And One

Body Pop 1 1/2

2007

She was the light of my youth
My only real life
Ruined by different views
Like a dent in the knife
(Like a dent in the knife)

Twenty orbits