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Moski - It's the motherfuckin' states! Where the streets filled with rocks. And you just might get shot. Probably by a cop. Lucky if you got a spot.

What happened
Why you acting weird
You seem quiet
Why you so tired
I thought you were the best Doyle
You said you were the best
How'd you lose DB
How

royalty
These scammers try to pay, with exposure. Bitch where my royalties?
Live by four simple words, "fuck you, pay me"
The abstract villain, nigga, QU,

Beef me? Really you're chatting all street see but you don't step on the curb
These fake greezy MCs come against me, but see I rep for the nerds
I was

American Pie

Catch Twenty-Two

Washed Up and Through the Ringer

2001

Ike Turner on your ass.

Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we all stone you,
Own you, for a while you

disciple
By our love for one another (We got)

One man down (One down)
Two men down (Two down)
Three men down
We got four men down
But still that's my dawg

They said "do you wanna join?" she said "that sounds fun!"
I thought "oh no, Beryl, I don't want to dispatch her"
But she was part of the group now, so

past days, your actions have brought shame, to the family name. 
V4.1Fanny 
Is that what you think, Ezra “shame""...the way I see it, I’d call it “fame.”

money and it started talking for me 
Could've dropped out to do music but I promised my mother a college degree
A wise man once said the enemy keeps its

appropriate for a African king
Girl you right girl you can be my African Queen
And we can raise some babies that are blacker than we
Blacker than me
Move em

with letting go, meant to blow
I can't compromise it for some decimals
Let you know, they ain't for you even if they said you bro
With a higher power,

myself up for sale for my dreams
But all I wanna do is wail and scream

And what's the point of a four-year music degree
I've got the voice of a whore,

And, yes, I get ate, Like Chick-fil-A
Let’s go on a date, you’ll be home by eight
Cause I respect women
You better not be trippin
I'm swimmin' in linen

with
Some
Love scars
Said she don't see it for me Got me smokin on green and I'm playin my guitar
I touched down in H town
7 1 3 To the 8 3 2
I told

talk said that plenty times
Only time these Nigga ass get fresh is for them Second lines
Bitch keep saying he next up but this Nigga just next In line

I can tell
I can tell, I can tell, I can tell
I can tell if you in it for the money
If you in it for the game, if you ready go dummy
I can't tell by

designer baby, you show it off
Baby four letter word yea we keep it boss
We always going thick and thin
But all together, you know we make it to the end
We

there
You ready i said one two three four

As I flow crowd goes up and down like a yo yo
Hail the master the ruler over all
Me to a mic like Shaq

wrote songs
Played music
Performed death defying acts
Won lotteries
Cried
Screamed
Made love
Read words of beauty
Composed poetry
Birthed
Died
Hugged

like, it's like, it's like I got, like, two sides
It's like I got the venom in me, you know
And it's like I can use it for positive or negative
Like, like

pretty clear that
You weren't forced away –
That the decision was the right one for you

I mean, I had to get forced
Away but yeah, like I said
End result:

really believe you can learn to repent
But I'm not heaven sent
Take my word by the gram
You can even stand while ya holding ya pants
I be like Jackie Chan

He said that I should keep going
Keep playing

And
And then I got
Again
You shouldn't use that word

You should say
Something else like
We found

Where do we go now, oh

And I'm a product of my environment
That's why these people buy my music when I'm supplying it
They tell me life is always sunny