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the mind.

Mixing that coke with that arm & that hammer.
Chased by police on them radio scanners.

Living for colors that’s on a bandanna.
And they die for

the mind.

Mixing that coke with that arm & that hammer.
Chased by police on them radio scanners.

Living for colors that’s on a bandanna.
And they die for

mannequins they been cursed to write bars
Plastic ass actors covered in surgery scars
Fickle, you clowns coppin nickels for a dime
I don't whore no red hearts

I don't pay for studio rent so why don't I use it like I should be
We got the whole town to ourselves so why don't I take you where we could be
I'll

can bet I lease
So I hit the road, girl riding shotty, so she gets control
Of the radio, please don’t play nothing whack
But if you play my track, you

harm

But Floyd was afraid to tell his tale
Cause in jail if you want to live
You don’t rat on a cellmate
Unless you want to feel a shiv

The Authorities

passed this shit
It's traffic, shit”
“It's a green a light!
Well fuck you and let me get by!”

Moses: “Man don't be drawin' all that attention”

Malcolm:

wanted
I gave you what you wanted
Hey eh
It was fantastic what me and you had
But it was just another dream that human beings have
So i had to give you

rap style has the force to leave you lost like the tribe of Shabazz
I don't need algorithms to chase
Just wanna make and listen to shit that makes my

He said "a couple days ago, man I was bumping your tape
And I don't touch the radio just cause I can't relate
You got that real shit, the type

the winter hit the barrio
Hear me on the radio
I take the lead you follow
Swallow
Digest
All the good take out the bad stuff
Taking off the handcuffs
You don't

(danger)
Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger)
Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger)

If you don't know you better (ah ah ah)
Get your

invented by this crew
Of them powerful men, who often like new
Stuff to be tested, only if I knew…

What ima being brought to, you would not have to tell me

By the passion of the poet
If you don't know
Please don't act like you know it
You look like you got something to say
You better hold it
Cuz when I get

They gone call this a classic I just hope it brings changes man
7 Sins the world is getting driven by
Everything is a metaphor
You should really use your

Sugar bread and koolaid was the only thing to eat
Call me Bobby Johnson, radios cuse we was boosting shit
Friends they was snakes and that's the type

Kyrie fried
I don't ballhog when I'm runnin point
Im a benji have u seen my dimes
I need a carti beat, Pierre you tryna come in here real quicc
I'm

and I know that he ain't coming back
If you lose your jewels by my dawgs we don't run it back
I swear it's hard to be a boss, I just lost Muscle, I feel

like the Ghetto bird!
And that's (?)
Chorus:
[W.C.]
Ugh! Ah, Good Evening! Do not attempt to adjust your radio!
Ain't nuttin' wrong, we have taken

dropping
Fingers and face on file don't worry
You fit the description
Radio through 'my man naa missing'
Naa my mans slippin
Whether its feds or gangland

now she calls me back
Cause the one she left me for don't love her back
Now she's texting asking take her back
As I think of an answer, I smile and text

recently, Adam4Adam
Because as a general rule
I don't fraternize with pop culture terrorists

Huh! Oh no, she did not just call Beyoncé a terrorist

Oh

broken Skull Candies
Music in your ears could really change the way that you see

11 years old bumping more of the same
At 12, lost my songs, I was radio

her bout the Grammys and told Her I have to grab it
Got the dog in me I use to battle and Rap shit
How you the Best But you ain’t Backing it
Serve you