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it comes 
say what 
Here it comes 

understand that Kris to the Kross comes with nothing but flavor 
we get our own on our own ain't askin for no

Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop

Yea, I think its fucking time to vent
I'm so pissed off I'm over here balling my fist
I'm sick of this shit
The way these niggas slick with they lips

I just be blowing money, gotta back track
Clean off the bread, we sending it through cash app
I know she a skeeze, she texting me through Snapchat
I

by and I can't keep track
Guy Ferz bitch and I'm out like sheesh!

Got a hit list and you on that list
Pull up to your crib like I run Christmas
Aiming

decreasing by ten
As we entered a town about halfway there
It was almost raining at the train station
We put our hoods on our heads at the train station
We

how it goes
Too bad got to get on track
Better get down low
You know that these bullets smash
I don't trust no hoes
Because they will do the dash
No way

get nothing much from a moderated high
So maybe i took too much and i lost track of time, baby
You know me i'm always too gone so don't chase me cuz

come from nothing, become something 
Then forget about the people that you once knew
It all started with a dollar and a dream
Now it's more than what it

Poet King raps
Now I've done shows with people I've looked up to since back
In the basement by the tracks freestylin with Adam and Zack
I'm attached

and the track meet

Nothing in this life for free
Something in this life for me
Visions only I could see
Prisons only I could break
Out my mind it's nice to be

And they built a little shack by the railroad tracks where the heart of the city beats
No shirt, no shoes, no rules, swingin' from the trees
(Ooh-aah-aah

(Ah)
Wherever this is heading (Yup)
Face me with a beat
I’ll show you it’s beheading (Slash)
Mission statement clear
Get racks and spit on tracks

you sit down and-
Roll your eyes let the flatlines happen
I produce aint nobody gonna wreck it
We all been mesmerized by the justice in a white man's

mother told me all this Trauma's what made me just keep Getting to it ain't nobody Stopping you whatever you do Don't do nothing that I won't do
Momma i

to everyone, except me though
Rappers keep talking i swear I don't know if it's real though 
I never lie on a track less I'm having a heat stroke
My gosh
I

of the hardest man in our gate
A family man that loved his life and lived it in the fast lane
I agreed immediately inspired by Micky's heartache
He invites me

the car
And then I think lost regret

Seeing you in your hoodie
Nothing to revealing
Then I'm thinking maybe later
It's your heart I would be stealing

I

of shit been going left hand
Turnt up got them benjis by myself and
Still I got homies if I ain't got nothing left man
Feel like perfect timing just

Murdergram (Streets Is Watching) [Soundtrack Version]

Murder Inc

Streets Is Watching

1998

on one track, huh?

Can't be serious, it's Murda nigga, huh, it's Murda
Mothafuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes with

Is it but a reverie?
Is there really a place
Where you're judged by more than your face?
Or who could win the race?
Or every mistake that we've traced?

mine
If you don't know now, then you know it in time
You don't know your facts like coke in the trash
Most of your track was throwaway lines
(What do you

this year, man
I guess we gotta move with the times
I miss the times when I was moved by the rhymes
Rap's dead. And if it's not then it’s dying
I feel

the point when I'm nothing else without you
Perfect, the impossible word
The biggest lie we've had to hear and fear
When it expires, is it near
You'll never