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sire
Breakin you down is my desire
Ain't much for a sad song but love to acquire
Built for the street like tires
The boy out the hood
I guess he did good

shackles.
Next up, a bird made of fire, lured by some liar,
Before he comes in search of wire, a yard long.
To change from old fart into young squire.
He's

Get that latency up, y'all fuckin' dafty, dafty, dafty
Shimmy shimmy ya baby give me what you got
The rhythm in my noggin like the tickin' of a clock

of police chief and he blastin
Claiming that he see me with a weapon but he cappin'
The only ammunition that I got is this language
I use it to establish my

braids 
it takes a man to serve God, this aint no kid's trade 
i got Saved and the devil wept 
i wear respect to street formances as pertainin to my ghetto

on the daily
Plus that she classy
Thank god oh how he blessed me
Yeah he blessed me
Got me feeling things i never ever thought i would
Baby balling with

Listen
Give me the mic I'm steady slaying these demons
Arch Angel on the rhythm now I'm giving em reason 
Try to clap back like a hood cat when he's heated

a beer
I left some niggas in the rear
Don't see no man in god i fear
Hand off my wheel but he gon steer
Don't got no cut i rock a fitted
Why you claim you

independent thought so you drifted
Hypnotic rhythm
Strangers opinions got you addicted
These habit's of ignorance
Breeds cognitive dissonance
Social media

to his feet
His pants fell down and actin' like a clown
The bullets had him dancin' to a rock 'n' roll beat
Big Jake did the boogaloo too
Got lucky, he

daily bread
Through serenade and by request from the people passing by
It's enough for him
It's enough for him

Everything to his name
He carries with

and try
Feels like life, keeps passing by
I can't waste, no more time
Now it's time, to recognize
Lonely roller, the streets are calling, the war ain't over

You say your man no he never treated you right
But I got plans for us baby holding you through the night

Now your man steady calling saying he wanna

Together in this song
Got rhythms birthed by harmony
But seems when people hear it they wanna do so much harm to me
Discouraged and distraught
I planned

smoke
Mothership, microchips get injected
In my throat all off the books
Taxes implemented by the fascists
Got me lighting books of matches
Burning cities

Omega Supreme [DM Remix]

Jemini the Gifted One

Twenty Six Inch EP

2004

But these idiots love the pain
And they ain't really tryin' to risk it
Nigga listen!

[Chorus]

So check the rhyme to the rhythm
Or shiver when I

making money on the tour bus (Cash)
Keeping all these bands on us (Bands)
Got these fans on us (Fans)
Keeping me a Glock ain't no hands on us
So you better

fine, Don't butter me up
Anybody u thinkin' is better than me, Trust me, They suck
My dawgs got rhythm, We on one accord, So u not gon' beat us
I'm

Talk about that real shit

It was 93 
Mama gave it to me 
Hot sauce on the rhythm 
We don't measure degrees 
Bout to lead it by example 
You don't

Shooting shots like I'm curry
Out here spitting rhythms
With the nigga kaskury
Clock me again
Right now it's 4:20
Pop me a pill
Pop me a xani
Got stopped

yours
Disrespectful ass nigga got respect since I was little
Cause all these niggas bitches
Run that back and solve the riddle
Ain't give it then I took

us but it just ain't in em'
Fuck anyone that try
When they kneel to the floor
I'm on a rhythm at the finish try'n keep up
Get shut down we're the big

there (Please I need your attention)
I hope it ain't too late the world might've changed you
Took you by the arm relaxed and then tamed you
Took you from

angle
He fights for me, back
He takes them by angle 
He Kills them off, stabs 
A tall told fable 
One that's unstable 
My life is a choice 
The path is my