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fired on the spot
Then I'll hit em with a bop
Damn a nigga broke but hella hot
Niggas think I'm hiding from the knock
I'm just cooking in the pot
Grindin'

going hard at the shows
Just tipped security I'm in with pole
Van full of bags parked outside by the road
And after the show bet I'm gettin em gone
I'm

judges mane I hope they go to hell (Hell)
We need our comrade so we ain't losing the struggle
We stirring the pot so revolution'll bubble (Bubble)
Racist

shit before like it's Deja Vu
Yeah look at my audemar to tell the timing you can't even see you blinding by the diamonds
Look at my wrist baby it keep

ambition have us ammunition
all you got to do is listen so what is missing no pot to piss in
now my heart is trippin divided by the past adding to the future

bitch tho
Got me stirring up the pot like a mix doe
Light swag but I'm brown like Chris tho
Stay busy but I'm still dropping hits bro
Pockets dry but now

prosper
Sponsored by the sickest members
Bilderberg meetings with hidden agendas
Sent to injure and depopulate
Dumb us down from a spiritual and conscious

PDFs
I been humble too long, when I think I'm the best
Bxtch I said what I said, bish I think I'm the best
Chef in the kitchen, I'm whipping the pot
Time

catch me chilling out on every block
Got my brother in the kitchen looking over every pot
About to meet up Betty Boop
About to make that Betty bop
Whip

to hide

You're being chased through the woods by a murderous rapist
You know how it's gonna end, ever heard of Jason?
The terror your facin' gonna cost you

or makin' cash
Jumped out the pot
When I was twelve
I got robbed on my first sale
Too damn green
For these damn streets
But I learned shit fast as hell
That

tears fall and seep
Deep into my pillow
Mind race like the Indy 500
Spine tingling in my slumber
Paralyzed by the truths of my life
Turn onto my cheek

to hide

You're being chased through the woods by a murderous rapist
You know how it's gonna end, ever heard of Jason?
The terror your facin' gonna cost you

Not Yet Free

The Coup

Kill My Landlord

1993

it's hard to even piss 
So I forgot ain't even got a pot to do it in 
Up at the church they're tellin me it's because I live in sin 
So I grin, but

a beat
and I'm Making it drop
Give me your heart
And I'm making it stop
Why you so hard
I be taking the pot
And I'm Making my mark
Headed straight

see me, I'm stirrin' the pot
And I said I'm sorry
But I'll never be sorry for nothin', it take it to win
Ride me like a Harley
All these bitches be

of the cheese to get by
What does he need to survive
I need a reason to be alive or even be a rhyme spitting frickin' genius
I'm being egregious with this

don't want no troub' wit me 
Dope in da pot come bub wit me 
So many tricks I keep under my sleeve 
40 cal I keep it right under my seat 
Keep me a pole

that pot of gold at the end of it
That's what I imagine happiness is like

So I walk in to this fine establishment with the thought I'd challenge it
I

riding by the mall
I don't need Gatorade when it's time to ball
I'm on my shit like I never took a diaper off
I got bars like I'm inside Rikers' Walls

I don't even drink Bacardi but I'm still superior to most
You get stopped by the cops and go Mariah Carry with the notes
I'm feel obliged to roll a J

Woke up in a hospital surrounded by my family
The life I was living, it turned out all of it was just a dream
Fell inside a coma, now I'm wishing I could

that's nachos
Niggas want beef give em shells like tacos
In the cantina with the vatos
Make one call you get cooked like a pot roast
I could give these

cause ima professional
Den grow my beard out right after I'm done killin you
Hard body God body got on all my armor
Dump a barrel of crabs into a pot