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these guns down and still fuck you up
If I don't knock you out when we first knuckle up
I pull the razor out, you get your first uppercut
I grab you by

romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe

And after this song is over you got 12 minutes left

You are out manned out number the shells
Come by the hundred
Sparks flying light up the sky followed by

like the flash call us flarrow
Got the hood and mask on
And they playing my song
Im the goat vigilante
And im killin em gradually
Got the hood and mask

the roof
But
I flew by them with not trying
I don’t know how come the good die young
We don’t buy guns
We let bygones be bygones
But I’d be lieing if I say

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

1991

a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when

want your mind gone
Mad at the bitch
Cause she singing my song
Im a get money
And Im a bring em along
Think of the day
Wen they ran in my home
Had a gun

keeping me froze
I treat my women like my sisters, they never just hoes

Tears fall when I hear songs that I wrote with my dad
I won't ever come to terms

to play, but they stay out of touch, just like Molly-Mae, I bring the song to stage, paint a vivid cluster bomb of grey, and mix it with the watercolours

your style 
They wish to see the day 
When the Telly* go die 
But I make it inna life by the help of the most I 

Mix up mi reggae with a piece

the first of the worse of the dirt every month
Shoulda kept that strap but you down for the jump
I ain't talking bout a gun, but you been lil pump
Cuz where I

she partying with the goat
I told my niggas "spin if they sliding thru the door" 
But I forgot these Niggas pussy they only put my name in songs
And let

sweeter than tree saps oh
I'm driving the beat put yo seat back oh
These songs are my stories my recaps oh
Ain't talk to shawty in two days I'm just curious

for fun
But when I break 'um off
I bust a rhyme just like a shot gun
Still talkin' shit?
Shut your mouth
Less you want some
My balls, your chin, like

I am dragger that is by nature
Niggas beside me like we are neighbors
Tryna go far as the hustle gone take us
Need the green paper with the blue

Like Malcolm said it I gotta get it by any means
Coming from a place gunshots wake you up out your sleep
Trying to make it global its niggas dying

soft was the sin
Back when Big Herk had the city by the balls in his hands
That nigga said he raped Barbie and he blew up Ken
We used to bang rock

All day by lonely, Red Ranger, Fucking Hellraiser
Ian gon buy no Marc Jacobs, but best believe I got my cake up
Singinggg ona lovelyy dark nightt, even

Cupid
Mix these drugs then I go stupid
Bitch I go dumb huh, cuts make me feel numb
If you can't handle that flame, then don't go pick up that gun
Hopping

I want when she tell me
Put your fucking hands in the air
And I'm swinging side to side all by myself
I don't even need nobody I don't need nobody's

the Play-Doh

But we don't play tho 

I ain't talking bout 
Being religious 

You can tell by the song 

We'll turn up in a minute

I'm bout to Go Ham 

Like

'per chance'
Doen jouself 'n guns en luister
Afrikaans Wil Dans"

Sy bly nog in Pretoria, maar
in Tswane op haar maps
Sy tik in Afrikaans maar
mix haar

Probably because I died
How the fuck did I go out
Suicide (ahhhh)

Not by a pill or a knife or a gun
Or by hanging myself in the middle of the night
I went

Always got a notebook and a pen to write a sixteen
Not 20 yet so I am still a sick teen
So ill I'll need meds give me a mix please
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