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of scrimmage 
Even if my name was Emmitt
Even if my QB Big Ben, tossing pigskin, raping women 
I'm just kidding, got acquitted 
But we all know Donald did it

on demand, I supply it
You know the coke ain't diet

Your nose to the gun then buss, lean, lean with a gun like Russ
No one ain't dying, they lying on us,

and battered by the drama the hands of a man
Oh no
I'm no good own
I''m a panicked problem child whose been cut to the bone
With no proper antibodies
Filled

Rich Shooters

Shy Glizzy

Fully Loaded

2018

locked up, she said, "You better swing"
Attempted murder, I was 15 with a 17 with a big dream
I run all in this shit (man, why?) 'Cause the bitch green

wheel
Protected by Uriel and wingz of Gabriel 
Black Castro, with a pic in his Afro 
Interpret for the pharaoh but swift as a sparrow 
With skin

think about me
'cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever loved me
I write I only fear joe in blood smeared slow on my brain
By my earlobe

and I ain't

of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where

Where's my gun? No pun
Uh, big Lenny, rack it up, no braggin' like a penny
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm ballin' like Hardaway
These niggas know that I

on this beat
Just let me floss my shit
It's Big Jack
Don't think I forgot about all that fake shit
I'm here for my get back, It's on now
I thought she moved

"I'm the next big thing, crown me king"
"I don't fuck around dunny
It's most real" - Prodigy 'Keep It Thoro'

So just bow down like Japanese custom

reminder
Escape the drama in 05' by tape rewinding
Old cassettes in my Daddy's dresser that was my first assignment
Playing "The Chronic" while the chronic

play, not one for your fuckin' games
Get the SIGGY to your ribby, chitty bang-bang (Okay)
Roll up and I light up the function (Okay)
Big guns 'cause I

quickly
See a couple more not finished by inches
Ya never know what’s hidden past senses
Seen a lot of robots circulating 

It was fun though.. but I don’t

Championship team screaming we the North
Homage to the days of Carter and Bosh
Shopping trips with mom to Loblaws
Waiting by the phone for dad to call
 
I just

Joints 2000

Masterminds

The Underground Railroad

2000

a million thoughts runnin wild in my heart
When it beats it creates musical art
That talks and melodies only heard by Mozart
Telepathically traveled a form

to challenge
Why would a Hitman Holla?
They move in silence i'm used to violence
I got a gun big enough to
Shoot it and lose my balance jag a Blood
If he blast

him yo nuh fraid fi crack a skull!
See say dem a coward so mi kno mi deven need mi gun!
Run dem dung n buss a throat and watch head rolling pon di

Yeah
You already know what it is
Big Rube Young Onassis
Summers In This City of Mine
Check It

cs a youth in my mind
One summer in this city of mine

seen a nigga get ran down
War goin' on so you sleepin'
With your gun out
Champions and chances, keep a line in Kansas
Never front your move
They gon'

ain't been home a month (cap)
Uh, shot to the temple, that's the hole-in-one (boom, boom, boom)
With a stolen gun, and fuck the police that he stole it

Make Up

Elefant

The iTunes Acoustic Session

2006

to blame 

I went to the movies and stared at the big screen
I thought that I saw her looking right at me 

Chorus 

And without her, it all feels

fucking with
You scared to shoot somebody
What the fuck
You take a picture, with your gun for
That ain't your friend, man, you known him for a month
Now you

to better your understanding
Take you, you friend and then me
Our change is only worth pennies
Accumulated and taken by the enemies
Bit extreme, but it gets

Containment's a must and you
Faggots get anally fucked
I'm an alien, but
That's what life in entertainment does
Started with big dog crimes
Perfect storms