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wiping me down
I guess my melanins drippin
Rope in the dopest hoes got em blowing my whistle
Exhale smoke on the barrel after blowin mh pistol
Double D

of
Sentences I’ve made
Evolved

Levitating
In a state of verbal transcendence
Now elongated by 
Every sentence strung together
Strap in!

Arrival of the fittest

the flow
I'm focused on riches
I'm focused on missions
Invest ya time in some rhythm digits
And see where that paper get ya
I got them resources locked on my

than politics
I'm in this bitch more than foreplay
I'm just getting warmed up ya got sore legs
I don't really give a fuck what the score say
I'm behind

and then a second later shoot you up
I bleed rhythm, I got music blood
It makes a scene if you spill it
Far too young but God willing
I go down for something

Vans oh what you can't see them
Let me cuff up my pants it would be nice if you can meet em
Catch em as I slide right by maybe 20s or 50 millimeters
I

don't wanna fight
Girl if I'm wrong
Lemme make it right
Make it right make it right
Why you wasting time
Tomorrow ain't promised
Need you by my side
You

again
Moody control, getting at the root
Seed bearing fruit
Breaking skin, I got the juice now
Can waste a minute, I birthed a few styles
Ooo they

the eyes make me feel like electric
Walk up to you the universe where you and I connected
Love was passin by so I went an intercepted
Winnin my affection

We get em gone
That ain't no problem dawg
The plug had talked a lot
We payed the price
And peso got him got
Rhythm in my bop
Been locked the rock

I ever made, why don't we discuss
Photos of my granny, last time I felt safe
The West Oaks Apartments out in Alief
Somewhere by the rainbow
Lays a pot

Evolvin’ with the rhythm cause it’s all that I’ve got
You say you know my vision but you do not
You got the fuckin’ cash but at the words you stop
Feelin’

tell I won't make it
Got the lil' bitch telling me that she love me, But I know that you don't do
I got the fire building up in my veins, They ain't

years til I could rap
So in the meantime all I did was eat,sleep, and
The doctor gave my parents a form
Said you've got to register the birth
I believe

Lucci the coolest
The way that I flow is foolish
Jaws hit the ground and now they drooling
The rhythm and flow that I'm producing
Got everybody going

day ones
Cause now a lot could pretend they love you just to gain something from you
Personally me i got loyal homies
My dawgs that kept it real with me

to this song rhythm merry go round when it start dripping
Come and take this crown, got the sauce in it
What you get is authentic
Oh, i'll treat you so

up on one of those scooters I don't like
Cole said "the promoter got a burner ting", Keem style
Second one fell out
Nights go by and we get deeper into

dancin', I'm flying
Shoes get with 'em
Get my move on 
Choose my rhythm
Get my groove on 

What hitcha, chick-chick boom
Like perfume in the room
Go for

of albums sold, where does their money go? They ain’t got not a clue at all. I don’t go by the rules, I got a job to do. I ain’t got shit to prove, y’all let

and long
And I always felt that maybe our home was blessed
When daddy would say, mama sing us a song

Sister left home I guess
Then Bob, then Tommy, then Dan

came or where you're goin
Keep it movin, get em movin
Haha I'm ready for it all
Got my back against the wall
But I'm ready, never fall

[B.O.B.:]
Well

dream, yeah

It feels like pills don't work; these demons need an exorcism
So I use exercise to get my body back in rhythm
And I believe the Universe got

It's Time

Kurupt

Kuruption!

1998

what my bitches be on 

Bitches, bitches be on 

My bitches, bitches be on 



Verse 2: 



Yo, yo, yo 

I'ma give you something in rhythm