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real)
Standing on my tippy toes (for real)
Rest In Peace twenty four(for real)
I'm cool in the clutch, frozen in the whip
M-I-X man you know the deal

Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four by

This where we separate
The boys from the men
I'm not Joyner
I am not Joyner
You niggas really got me fucked up
It's 'bout to get real spooky

these
Other gangs is counterin'
Fish out of water flounderin'
We circle and surroundin' him
I know that nigga bitchmade (Damn)
We done came up from

the pillow's giving you spots?
Whoever said that it's live are liars
White Serco, black car tyres
Bag of high fences and barb wires
My shank, sharp like

myself in ways that you could only imagine
Man this is me, and the lessons from back then my history and all it's taught me
It's led me to make

and a bottle of Hennessy
Senselessly asking God why he did what he did to me
Shit, it took me ten years plus to build this up
Twenty-four crates of vinyl

on the scene
For the last 20 years (chuah)
A thousand different labels always in my ear
(chuah) they want me to headline 'em
But I'm steering clear (chuah)
When

that goes up
And arose from ya toes then it grows
All the way to ya nose and then blows up
Til its roasting up most of the spots
On ya noggin til it

and ya might live when ya fuckin wit 
a psycho

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
don't fuck with a crazy Motherfucker
don't fuck with a (a motherfucking Psycho)
don't

sent it
Floyd’s account received $1 million
From an unknown source
Now double it for being an
Dickhead you got 10 seconds
We're not the kind of people

fuck everybody else
They can't even move off the shelf
I don't need your damn features, I can do it by myself
Number one or number ten, that ain't

a station
Then it's no comment, no comment, no comment
They can keep me to the sunrise
From littering to gun crime
The code that I live by I die by
Man you

walk in
One false move and I get to tossin'
They like, "Damn, ShoeBox, you done lost it"
I'm tryna put all the opps in a coffin
Niggas be sick, trusting

And that's why I had to make this
Twenty-minute rap song
I'm 'bout to one take it
I just made my first album
Full of songs from the depths of my heart

For rap I bend over but not for bitches
Give that
Everybody live that, I hope you have the
Same credos, have the same beliefs
Have the same damn rules

wit' lead
R kelly said, "Nah, nah give me that MAC... 10
Or I prefer that 9 instead"
Oh y'all don't get it? Well this
Is where the fun come cass' is from

time
That if we battled at 10, get there by 20 at 9
I'm as heavy as Spawn, Esoteric savage be	
I'll spit bars at rappers like a chocolate factory

one way plot
I came a long way comin' off from my block
And I make sure I won't stop as
I chew right through your spot
Won't have enough 'til we all

You 'bout to get 30'd like a Xanax
Pussy you gettin' beat and the people
Can see it like OnlyFan sex
Ya damn ex was in my DM like Dark Man X
Prayers go

on the grave shift
Chilling with the same guys from day dot
In 2000, listening to k dot
Back then man couldn't get a rave spot
Now I'm on the runway ready for

from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams

the trend
From evening to AM my friend
I wish I could stop, I'm just so damn dependant

Haven't been home for a minute and I'm wiped out
Getting older by

from all communication, our closure was next to none
That was just me being dumb
Deep down I wasn't either
But I'm so damn stubborn, my stupid pride had