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around my penis
And squeeze it until my semon is bleeding down to my knees and
I Grease it on mine and your face use it as a war paint
Bat my neighbors cat

Close the Crackhouse

Professor X

Puss 'N Boots (The Struggle Continues...)

1993

manhood
You beat upon little boys in the hood
Oh - what you're man enough to kill in a drive-by
Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi
While

fire like Kindle, 
Competition bleeding like menstrual, 
Period, y'all niggas is delirious, 
Thinking I ain't taking over,
I got my iron

a big man, so wild"
You be thinking just cuz you're getting laid you adult
And that all that you been doing is just a result
Of your adulthood but in

Competition bleeding like menstrual,
Period, y'all niggas is delirious,
Thinking I ain't taking over,
I got my iron and the baking soda,
Now it's time

Kindle,
Competition bleeding like menstrual,
Period, y'all n****s is delirious,
Thinking I ain't taking over,
I got my iron and the baking soda,
Now

or calm
But this musics my world the mic is the only drug ill hold in my palm
Because I grew up in a broken home wars like Vietnam
Writing more verses then

the love of Christ Love is no big deal
I gotta be with someone that can Love me that much
A ride or die watching the clouds Roll by

I like to watch

thought I lost it for a minute, cause I went on a different route, but I'm back over here
That's the thing, when you got motion, you can drift from one lane

going easy, days gone by, now I'm done
Imma fuck you up, PD in the diss, slow down
So hey little boy
Hey, what is wrong?
Why the fuck you got no bros?
Did

to last 
It's why I'm living fast 
Was made too rigid 
breached my limits 
Now it's sunny 
The mind is ever fluent influenced by making money 
I fiend for

union, breaking bread like we at communion
Married to God, in-tune with Yah' behind this pulpit
The microphone my instrument of war
We coming like before

with a chrome that ain't registered
Still paranoid of mass shootings by competitors
And every other week one of ya idols is a predator, shit
That's

of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act
My tactics is lethal
Leave the whole town hella smokey 
like that band that steppin over dead people
It's like

pretend
We got it all figured out, no questions left
When the truth is we never even move one step
Just do it all over again and again and again

Any way

Lamb of Nothing

Cage

Kill the Architect

In the circle of hands
The dagger out was sacred
Placed into my hands over a virgin laying naked
When we learn how to harvest what we need it we

get complacent there, the fear of God is in my fists
When I appear it's gone feel like the end of days in here
Tell the Grammys I said thank you in

Gangsta

El Dogg

The Takeover

2002

I'ma sell them
The hood is at war, plus niggaz is tellin'
You better hush niggaz, cause we wild, we rush niggaz
Call out niggaz, go twisted

the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no

lucky day is over due.


I know where you've been (you are son), trust me I've been in your shoes
Lean in and listen up boy here's what you gotta do


Put

of my glasses
Complications from my past is a battlefield of wars
Out of non-stop missions, I'm only on level 4
No escape from this whore, which is mental

on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, then im flyin by
Til I'm gone, nigga old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Ory
If I do

the Craft in it
Spit dirty so it's to be cleaned, music videos looking like a movie scene
Stay tripping like you broke your leg fine by me, got my nuts on ya

different places
Interdimensional, intergalactic
Brain Cells be sizzling on the acid
Memory lose
Anarchy unlocked
Break a glass as your art war form
Pour me