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trauma rose up from the dirt and made shit worse
Growing up I knew my family had a curse
And homie gave me hope that somehow it could be reversed
I got

celebrity
Double my figures by February

Stare at me heavily
Life is in jeopardy
Already killed yo ass mentally

Now it got physical
I am More lyrical
talking

Hit the Jackpot

Underground Sound Unit

The Next Chapter: Strictly Underground

1995

presenting the one and only, USU...

Hook:
You can't win if you don't play, HEY HEY HEY (x3)
Looks like it's time to get paid we hit the jackpot

Zeb:

the chains
out of the fire, into the flames

Second verse, blessed with a curse
day by day it only gets worse
no money, broke no, job no hope
so I gotta fend

Broken dreams, broken hearted, all left in my soul was carnage
My homie was pushing dope, served it to the whole apartments
One day by the liquor

Castella Freestyle

Devlin

The Devil In

2017

Until your brain can't think for itself, it's just driven by the rage inside
Best not slip like a baby on ice
Some man are sharp to react like Arabian

evil like I was fucking satan
These scars they cannot bleed more, maybe I'm what they sayin'
My heart beats faster I hear they laughter and chitter

back from that? (Back from that)
Why you laugh like we just chopped it, I don't even talk like that (talk like that)
She fucked me, then fucked my dog,

black to the fucked up system we living in
Just to add to it
I got niggas doing like twenty years
And here I am after it all
To reclaim what's ours
Yeah,

I contemplated
How I’m underrated
Y’all sound like like shit
Constipated
Just don’t debate it
I’m frustrated
You call me air-headed but you’re

and they believe me
And I’m fly above brass easy
From J Town to Freetown they need me
Yeah see me swagging to the bank homie
I lay it straight and no be say

your buckle bunnies
Pour the ranch while I own it
Im a dog and everybody known it
At the top I'm a loner
Getting down like Adrian broner
Praying that I

a drill, it's a

I am a jealous rap god for sure
Have no other rap gods before me
Kneel to these MC's and they corny
Be on thee alert, I practice
After I

Jet Song

Kenneth Schermerhorn

Leonard Bernstein: West Side Story (The Original Score)

2002

Snapping Fingers
Smooth Boppy Piano 
Riff: This turf is small but it's all we got, huh?
I want to hold it like we always held it, with skin!
But

and just like your diet bro I wouldn't wanna
Try your flow so please just go
Because you do not know what it takes be great and grow
Until you have something

approach streets
Bro code to connect my peeps by any means
You kidding me?
How tha fuck you take turn sist?
Na beast mode you need take approach beats
Na

T-P-M
Monster Musick
My mind is a Glock 45
The beat is the mag and the mic is the slide
If we pull it pull it back, see what's hiding inside

in my feelings and I hate the way that I sound
It hurts me cause my my heart used to beat for you, pound for pound
Now you're nothing but a memory in

throw me a pass ima catch it like Fitz
They send us a blitz and we do them like Vick
I got to be patient we bout to be lit

What make you a man is holding

from me
A gun equipped with three clips
Can't steal this life from me (no)
Cause i believe to measure it's quality
By the lessons I received
And what

ima spray it
Don't step too close, I'ma spray it, 20 for 20, slaying
If the beat is trash, I'll make it by myself, no need for paying
I don't care about

Beat it up like a drum-line 
You know I'm just too FADED 
All y'all just too fake
Come on dog it ain't really nothing just to keep it 100 like a blue

flat
Caught by mi amigos so adios 
He was sick and we wiped his little snotty nose
He was easy to catch like the common cold
Me and the grim reaper got

It's always been about Legacy
Well
I woke up to the sound the beat resonating the heat
From a palette on my chest
As I opened up my eyes