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Stick that mask
Up ya ass
Make em panic
Satanic's planned it
Globalist hit from the start
With the Act attack
Batten the hatch
Over the mark
It's time

outshine the Sistine
No church services, my verses they be potent still
A banger on the beat, man I swear it's such a potent feel
Like hits from Holyfield

Family Don't Matter

Young Thug

Beautiful Thugger Girls

2017

Smokin' Backwoods and moving bags
I was getting protected by my savages
Yellow school buses that's a Xany
Causing me to sleep and I ain't plan it (yee

from
Know that I bang the hardest
I'm street
It's like they re tarred it
Naw I disrespecting the mentally challenged
Listen again and find cleverestness

whip on chrome
My money long
I stand on top of the world and spit on Jones

Your album so what we heard you was coming soon
Yeah the song with

Everything from colors, planets, galaxies, the Ancient Ones
All the orders of the Angels
Rainbow Spirits, Seraphim's and Cherubim's
Even me (Takes another sip

kuz all my nikkas equal
I played wit kap guns and beepers
So dem nikkas better run from dim reaperz
Jone say look at da tommy gun when he meet ya
Nikka

want all the smoke
Catch us knocking at your door
Like Dominos but ain't no pizza
Knocking at your door
Like Nasir Jones I got that Ether
This ain't

cradled it
Mj Larry Johnson baby it
Tom Brady it
Tried to be my earthquake it was easy shaking it
It's gone over the green monster
Babe I point past

my punchlines talk
I eat on beats for lunchtime raw, with lyrics like jones
With the mic im an assasin i get paid to murder beats
I wrote this from my

my punchlines talk
I eat on beats for lunchtime raw, with lyrics like jones
With the mic im an assasin i get paid to murder beats
I wrote this from my

with the business suit
(Gimme the loot)
Pockets overflowin’ and I still rob you (Heh)
Just copped the Wu-Tang album from the Feds
Now I’m ridin’ round,

DJ Enuff Freestyle

Cam'ron

Diplomatic Immunity

2003

Then we breezing the law
Blowing that weed from my jaw

G's up hoe's down
East Side to by dog 
(East Side)
All the time man
Thanks for even asking

skin is where my bands at
Dudes from high school asking for my cash app
2k on a tat yeah you know that I did that
Daddy's mad at me
Asks me why I spend

Moved in your crib, burnt it out
That's a throwaway home
Let's be clear, I make careers disappear
Quicker than Robot Jones
Man your album should be titled

my punchlines talk
I eat on beats for lunchtime raw, with lyrics like jones
With the mic im an assasin i get paid to murder beats
I wrote this from my

Or any other willful effort of the brain
Is futile
Nikola Tesla

Sleep is the cousin of death, said a prophet from the East
Crazy how they pull a Rip Van

Catch a Rémy Jones, hit the sto' and only flip a half pint
Nah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Let my big cousin rock my Roley to the club tonight?
Nah,

the hood

Yea you will be respected by the hood
N yea you will be respected by the hood



The album put it
Out the first day the street know it
Code

the hood

Yea you will be respected by the hood
N yea you will be respected by the hood



The album put it
Out the first day the street know it
Code

Stanley by God Terry knew exactly how it felt
To play a George Jones song in a white leather belt
With matching shoes, polyester blues
At the Pine

than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got

stadiums just like Billy Joel
Quincy Jones would be in my studio
Recording Phill Collins on the drums for my album
All paid for by my own discography
Oh

he out his mind, yih!
Big Murph only makin' hits, want some soul, then play The Stixx
Want some game, hit Demon Jones', his poems make Dollars