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textoch, vonku neviem kde starý

Polovica z vás chcela postaviť meno na mne
Keď to nevyšlo za chrbtom ma dissovať to bol plán b
Vonku držia piču lebo by

koukali do krajiny
Jenže život nemá čas na kraviny
A zmizí, než napočítám do pěti
Musí přece nakrmit děti

Strach, cítím chlad a únavu
Od palců na nohách,

když klarinet na fagot nemá
Furt je to lepší než s houslema
Omlouvám se právě, všem houslistům
Bez nich by to nešlo, v tom orchestru

Když někde hraju,

sledovat Lucifera
U něj sedět jenom sám se sebou, nejde s tím nic dělat
Možná by to bylo lepší, bejt tu se mnou něčí dcera
To by ale znamenalo, že mám štěstí

chráni, od všetkých, tých zlých, vecí, ktoré by nás mohli raniť,

Ono to príde, dočkáme sa chvíle, kedy vypustíme z úst slová nie moc milé,
No na takú

z ní jinak pomočí
Melou hovna melou kecy
Ukážu ti nenávist
Ukážu ti hate
Ty nevíš co je démon
Jsou to jenom tvoje sny
Imaginární představy
Který by

so face it
We laugh when your pain is so much it hurts
When the skies and everything falls black
You will find it is by design and it's all bad
Half

Symphony 2000

EPMD

Def Jam 200x

on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like

each other 
Unwary tools for evil
Vile acts that reveal their true nature

Misery covered with gold
Promises betrayed by sin
A choice induced by remorse

There's been times when I flip like acrobats
Fuckin' coast to coast
Chickenheads to hoodrats
Tools to Gats, Lowriders to Ac's
Two years ago my shit was

hijackings?

Soul rides by a vehicle
Low drive by a signal
Saw Christ by a miracle

Aren't just flaws
Unjust laws? It's just floors

A thugs' cause

It's like

drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a stolen car
With

you're just a fucking tool
You'll never get to rule, you'll die on your knees
What kind of retarded finances 
Have led you to these fantasies?

moment, you'll find me 
A bloody thing slumped in this chair, held together 
By thin, mucous membrane and sore, oh, so sore 
With my cutting tool

goin around using their body like a tool
Ya, you probably knew a few in your crew
sexin' everywhere like this AIDS thing isn' t true
I guess governments

tool, fuck a teacher
You niggas gettin' weaker, y'all hatin' from the bleachers
Diamond the Patek, baby, come and give me neck
My niggas aimin' at your

Family Not A Group

Hit Boy

Family Not a Group

2019

shit, ayy
Nigga, who is you, ayy? Family, not a group, ayy
Ridin' with this tool, couple niggas I'm tryna shoot, ayy
Still with the shit, and I barely

Look, I'm ten toes down when you see me in my city
I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when there's friction
My flow ignant, my flow nasty,

my dreams, he provides me all things
I don't need to try scheme, I am free by the king
'Cause this mic is my tool and my words are my fuel
My desire's,

Made by myself, made by myself, made by myself
Nobody else, nobody else, nobody else
Made by myself, made by myself, made by myself
Nobody else,

I was raised by the bayou
That muddy water 

I was raised by the bayou that muddy water
Poppin champagne smokin reefer by that muddy water
No sign

tool
Yeah, it's big Glock and you know I let that motherfucka loose
Yup, it's big Glock I ain't playin' by no motherfuckin' rules
Yup, it's big Glock

digger

I go by YoungBoy, I make murder music, and I'm known to kill shit
They dissin', makin' murder music? Hell nah, hit that kill switch
Dead

After a few weeks on the bus
Being porked by Toad-O's road crew
And being too exhausted to do their
Laundry on a regular basis
MARY is dumped in