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the people might see it soon like a con visit
By now you can't tell me to quit rap I'm a pro I don't see the con in it
My name a be prominent hoes in sold out

on the anglerfish
And the octopus gliding by
And the jellyfishes look just like L.A.
See the smile on the anglerfish
In the deep sea makes my wishes exist
Then they

instrumentals
Like you never can
I'm a soldier in that field nigga
Jim mcmahon
Watch ya back my niggas pull up in that sprinter van militant
See i can do these

day link the bros but its always love when we check in
Sometimes gotta ride clean not everyday carry the machine
Not everyday link the wife Jim jams

a lotto ticket
One in a million
Chances slimmer than shady
And Jim if they had a baby
But winning a habit daily
Determined
They can't deter mine
Impervious

the zone, you can't stop me now
Stay in rotation like a merry-go-round
So many thumpers like it's beat by the pound
I'm a favorite rapper but I'm still

to give myself shock
You know I showed her my glock
And I told her it was hot

Bang now, dilated with the plug
Just in case you motherfuckers forgot
Say I

given 
By the enemy 
We bank with the enemy 
We wanna be excepted by the enemy 
We don't spend in our community 
We spend with the enemy 
From

Ballad of Jim Jones

The Brian Jonestown Massacre

Thank God for Mental Illness

1996

I walked to New York and back from L.A
I lived on a mountain and once by the bay
I bought an apartment and slept in the hay
But there's no place

Wild Kingdom

2 Skinnee J's

Super Mercado

1998

Hear the confessions of an unrepentant Skinnee
From the depths of my soul in my hole in New York City
I arose from my frozen abode in the north

Welcome back like i'm Mase
I ain't seen a lot of niggas since I locked in on the tape
Now I'm back outside, know the Bleaks be the gang
Put the facts

hermaphrodite
It was written in hieroglyphics
Keep my passage right
Brother spinnin now spittas wishing he would pass the mic
It ain’t no topic to the track, It

While your lying on the rosies
And jim he got destructed
By a bullet that exploded
And now we're all just living in the time
Before the covid

I used

friends
I'd love to meet your "fam"
But if I'm being honest, I'll never
Be the Jim to your Pam
My interests and hobbies are more
Inspired by the size

niggas pussy
When they not around
Last rappers that came through they not around
Over that Rucker beef Jim jones and shabba down
Sav shot in the neck by

else, I could reach true Nirvana
When I'm on another plateau
Know in my soul I could take full control and I'm gonna
Right now, right here is the place

hu...i said come to my sunday service
nigga seen who the reverend was then they got nervous
the niggity nasty Jim Jones
boot ya in the head,
steal toes

[Juelz Santana:]
Catch me where you catch me
find me where you find me
in the hood or on the island
im probably by a palm tree
skull gang chain nigga

There was a day he drank Jim Beam by the gallon
Smoked his lungs purple with Marrocan class A hash
Conceived a baby when in his early twenties
When

And believe that she is my Spark but we are so young

I was on a dream, wedding ring And two little babies, like in That funny sitcom
Guilty, Now I know I'm

caught up in her lies
Her eyes dollar signs
Money talk keeps her dripping
Mei Guo vixen, queen of capitalism

Miss America

Don't be fooled by

sack (yo sack)
Santa clause year round, minus the hat
Magic in my hands girl, you can be my bunny ra
Bit by bit, I sweet talk ya lips
Till you so turned

and lunge it 
The truth is pain so they numb it 
Can't let that honesty come in
Day by day say I'm gonna quit 
If I don't just write a hit
My ex say I'm not

Got a fuckin cramp in my foot
Been steppin on you hoes
Shoutout to Lil B
Bitch Mob, bitch
I was in Your Mom's House with a stack in my jeans
Bitch no