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a curse in the air
In this city of darkness despair everywhere

No signal no contact just the void and the rain
In San Paro's grip I'm shackled by chains

to the sky
For all my niggas who 'ceased
Street legend worldwide, really am who I be
That's why I'm good in every section
Where they chuck up the B
I hit

Nickname vacuum in the streets
The way she suck and she shallow

I’m the Master of the chiefs 
Turning smoke into halo

What else do you bring?
Bitch I’m

shot but they missed
Dodgin em had his shoes tight
It's hard to resist temptation turn yo screws right
And if you blind by a trick I pray you always find

on it spit on it mhmm yea
Im a spit it like this
I got this shorty over west that act real pressed
Back in the day thats where I use to put my dick

do this shit for my squad
Like I'm eleven
Things tend to get a bit stranger
When you from heaven
Surrounded by the evils of lucy
In each direction
I'm

all, turn up the swag star
Palm tree, know where I'm off of that

Good weed, livin' life good, see
Spin together, get rich together, you could be
Never

now its hard to let it go.
Already know, feeling lil kinky, feeling real fresh.
Head by ya navel, palms on ya breast.
Tongue lashing til ya tell me I'm

tongues
That are untouchable
Graduated the East West Conflict
Institute in my palm
Perpetually shine eventual
Syllable measurable
Dark touch you hello

why are you still here making your little noises?

49 as in D. I. so I ask do I still feel the fire by my 
53's like I'd be fighting them demons inside

a trick up my sleeve
.44's by my side, and weed when I breathe
Can't ya'll see, fake MC's
Will get ripped if left to me, pockets empty
Take your things,

when I'm still alive and I got shot
Before I hit that stand and tell, put me in that grave and let me rot



I'll be a dumbass nigga to let them trick me

Paper Made

C-BO

Knocks 2001

2001

'cause I'm gettin' my paper
And my goal life now is livin' it major
Coppin' Crystal, Champagne
I'm in the 'Natti with the blow brains
Leavin' my mansion up

my chips 
Pop out like letterman 
Curving a bitch 
I'm in my lane 
You do as you wish 
Cuz I'm big chillin
Yet focused on craft 
While flooding out my

to gentrify
I'm focused a whole grown man
I'm on some eat shit
Never played the cello and and
I never did no street shit
We all in vibin on them shrooms
We in

crashed the whip
I have a gift
But I'm Constantly distracted its

Bad admit
I Feel lost, lonely, and inadequate
I'm In pain
And I just make it worse

Am I

look over at my homie and he's thinking it to
That it's about to go down
Put your drink in the sky
Yeah there ain't no way we leaving till it's vacant

short
Palms itchin in the kitchen wit my lil bro
We LIDers block bleeders paper retrievers
Please believe we be cutting throats
Smoked all the way out

I was raised by the truth that all my heroes are dead
Ingrained in my brain all the lessons they bred
Man, the lives they were living, all the love

of summer no heat to been pressed
I was in Florida gave my pen a rest
Tryna blame Covid for the lack of success
Boys playin checkers while I'm playin chess

the sentence like butter knives
Occam's razor gave me peace of mind
My only original alibi
Thus was foretold
By the Grand Talismans of old
Mercenary, M, 13th in

Keep It True

Aceyalone

All Balls Don't Bounce

1995

am not a mongoloid
i am not annoyed by the void in your brain
this is not a trick son you are not a victim
you are just a man be	-boyed out the game

That's why I gotta be discrete
Ten toes stand tall
Can't knock a nigga off his feet (Yeah)
This year I gotta compete, in order to eat (Yeah)
I'm not taking

me to keep you up
Got some chips in my hand
Watch it ima make it flip
Never going broke
Treat it like a magic trick
I'm not with the drama
I can't do