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you belong

Just like the changing tide
You can't reason with a wayward mind
All you say can be wrong
How a word triggers a bomb

Run away, and breath

Lord to the ghetto, king to the street corner
Police warmers
This is where life expectancy meets karma
Street sagas
Told by a tortured sinner who

Man lives in a sunlit world of
What he believes to be reality
But there is unseen by most an underworld
A place that is just as real
But not

But they was Gangsta one day
You can end up a day in broad day
You know my squad don't play
Niggas bred by snitches
Acting just like bitches
Couple

a drunk weasel feeling a miracle
Stubby little fingers pulling triggers
Beating back the hordes
It was a walking revenge fantasy
Seeking out the enemy in

he thinks he's far ahead
But he won't know
That he'd go down instead day by day
So focused on your trail you tried, but you
Can't let him get away

All

BON, bitch, I'm a big ol' nigga
Hope I don't catch a body
Ride with my double trigger
I don't like the nigga, fonem pop the nigga
No time to fight

walk on and fly
You gotta walk on and dare
You gotta walk on and cry
You gotta walk on and stand you gotta stand!

Would you pull the trigger if you were

on the trigger and pull, pull, pull…
My violent soul
That inner asshole
One of these souls has a shelf life
That fucker wanted me dead by 25
And every day since

Ain't cuffing no bitch
Find waps and purchase that shit
Got hella things for these pricks
This one just sit's on my hip
Squeeze triggers like we squeeze

Sweet enough for the most part
We keep it low key but just don't start
'Cause I'm involved and I'm on top
Finger on the trigger no safe lock
You're

The Gates were open in time before the time
For eons ruled by all forms of life
Creatures, Beings, matrix of the matter
So odious, degenerated like

regolare

Te suona gangsta shit da Drive By in South Central
Ogni barra te sventra, ogni rima 'na centra
Noyz è quel tipo di merda che t'ascolti quando

Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
She

for the speeches
Rugged dialect in effect with cool features
Out west by beaches with freak shit
It's Brooklyn in the house ----> Junior Mafia
Where

I'm an outcast on the inside

Can't seem to find my mind 

Not broken, half joking 

I wear this smile by design 

I'm sticks and stones

Break

The rhythm bounces on my eardrum
Triggers something in my system
Deep down, leave this town
And move on

New Day Breaking
As you’re sitting at the wheel
Sun

triggers but really cross fingers and wishin' on faith
My hunger was boomin'
When I started movin' the lyric my pen started smokin' like vape
Sat many times

is my beat
Haters clap it out I cut em’
By their hands and their feet
Cooler than Coleman Coolers getting
Higher then Luna’s
I Jiffy Lube ya… bitch up

don't approve when I'm
Telling ya the truth
So don't be surprised if I'm
Abused by an editor
Bad reviews on my repertoire
Once upon a time I was a lost

The Walking Corpse will leave 'em critical
(Ah) baptized in the flames, uh
(What?) , squeeze your trigger, let it rain
Uh (What?) crucified, I let the dеmons

you got in that position
Bent overand fucked by the industry system
The government told you to govern a pistol
A whole 'nother issue that came out

I hate to say
I’m beginning to see
My own reflection in my adversaries
I hate to ask
But I just need to know
Is your finger on the trigger
Or can you

for too long
Just pull the trigger on site
If you ain't by side no, no