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there for his children in all their affliction
Praying for the homies about their addictions
Since day one I been true don't get it twisted
Telling them

to some gunfire
Hey Sabrina, hold your head up
Another nigga got killed by his so-called nigga
This shit messed up, it's time to fess up
And realize that we

And wounded more than 78 thousand
70 percent of whom are women and children
It is not anti semitic to point out 
That your bombing has completely destroyed
More

killed a civilian
2nd time i killed a cop, called by a witness
guess i was actin too Blacc, outside of that building
3rd time i sent the 1st crakkker momma

introducing this killer with gun bars
Rounds extended like ruler clips
I'm offended by loser pricks fucking up the game
So I'll just get in the booth and spit

by a nigga who like dick?
Anybody can pull a trigger and shoot
That don't make you no motherfucking killer
Especially when you like niggas
I still

the projectile pro, grab the trench knife hold it
By the edge I hone and toss dead eye throw
Ya head is where I'm gonna etch my Coat of Arms
Kingpin X, look around

is sometimes still
genuine. After a while she'll be a real
killer, bitter and more wily, better at 
pitting the men against each other
and getting

mind apart

Bitch, your old man talkin' to me like I'm in school, he don't know

I hang with killers, will erase that fool, wouldn't give a fuck about

and yet nobody wants him
But I guess nobody wants a million nobody wants the villain to succeed and dump 
Children inside of dump steal can humpty dumpty

killers that's hired to shoot
Bro poppin' that steel, once I give him the cue
You'll get dropped like you Bishop for trying my jewels
Been a beast in

by the world
We are the resistance
I'm with that tribe of Christians
Trynna tell anyone who's listening
That's ignorance, it's not our religion
We are

music, i'm the illest of 'em and that's word to mother and my little brothers
And my little sister, with the fire drilling with a bunch of killers

children
have imaginary friends
I called mine daddy"
There's more syllables in haiku than times I've talked to my father
I'm a damn good father, but a better

polluted by the world

We are the resistance
I'm with that tribe of Christians
Trynna tell anyone who's listening
That's ignorance, it's not our religion

ill
Snippets I put out, looking like the scissors
I'm from LA, but I don't like the Clippers
Think you so hard that you are a killer
But labels carry

thuggin
Turned out by the streets
We third world livin in my city
Our children turned killers
Got the eyes of a murderer
And they couldn't be littlier
Young

myself, don't need no fuckin' friends
Ridin with some killers that don't even go to school
Every time I'm at your crib, you always hidin' in that room

deal nigga, fuck a come up had to build one
Keep the steel tucked, lotta people getting sealed up
City full of killers, I'll be ready if a nigga wanna

children, I put that shit on my soul
I voided all my feelings the day your body went cold
If you ain't been there wit them niggas, you can't tell me they

the blocking of my number removed, and a RoboKiller screen installed
It immediately let me through, and I left eight voicemails

The next day, that one cancelled

the top got lonely winners
Make for colder December's
So drop the top and hit the shifter for my cards
And the dealers
I toast with scammers and killers

a million people know this shit by heart and sing it loud
Don't matter if you're behind me or standing right in front of me
Fuck you to my father for the shit

A new American revolution has
Begun not against
The forces of a colonial kingdom
But a rebellion against an oppressor
That has risen among us
It is