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My shit's straight bile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed
or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch

got a target on ya Chest
When niccas don't got talent they Start drama for the press
Fiancée is a doctor she just got a few More test
And you know

even speak, unless I'm very annoyed
Man don't you test my reach, I'll leave you alive
I'm a man of god, But I give his strife
By the end, you'll be

a mangaka, don't try and spin the narrative
Too passionate to be a pacifist
I'm passing by all of these passive kids
The catalyst to make you stop your yapping

Many are called few are chosen
One by one they fall
Many are called, few are chosen
One by one they fall

Adore! This is what you came here for

ozone could of spin him quick
Too much games he must think it's mini clip

You ain't king of the ring like Billy Kidd
Bruh, you ain't on sport like a mini

Officer Down

Lloyd Banks

Money Moves the World

2009

proper
He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, Carol City Copper
Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two this what I do
If you knew what I knew then you'll be

a boss fight that you'll never win
Pissed me so I fucked around and let the devil in
Only on free beats must not know that will never spin
Please don't say

On my Reggie I'll be that
My nickname is fuck you bitch
Cause all the hoes know that he ain't shit
Turn you album to a weed tray
My shit spins on Shade 45

machine?
switch it to spin, stand back and laugh
then hang 'em by their nuts from a telegraph-

-pole, german, swedish, french and dutch too
the voices have

In the Heights

Lin-Manuel Miranda

In the Heights [Original Broadway Cast Recording]

2008

Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!

Here I Go

Mystikal

Chopped & Screwed

2004

your head spin
Stop walkin' the one way to a fuckin' dead end
Bitch you yellow
Coward-hearted, better bring some water
Kick the gasoline can over

read the ethers to stay alive
Even teachin teachers our fallen leaders will soon arise
Theres seven chakras in every line
Seventeen doctors what youll

praise the day that porn began
Loser wins a Kewpie doll
Not-the-father Maury dance
Saddle spin apple sins kings that cry
Ousted by the clergy we're not

by a random aneurysm
Her brain was in pain as blood spread through its system
Cue listening to times when she held us together
She held up a mirror

and sirens, niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't

your head spin
Stop walkin' the one way to a fuckin' dead end
Bitch you yellow
Coward-hearted, better bring some water
Kick the gasoline can over

to overcome it all but I can't
I can't, I can't
I'm overcome by my emotions
Self loathing is ferocious
Sad, cause I probably do it the mostest
Even if you hear

that new rap? Nah this that boom box
Watch your back or you'll get hit wit two shots, oh
Living by the day, gets worse every minute
Almost ending? Nah

at the dave hey
I also went to a studio session started by telling them I am a rapper they never believed me
Never believe me, never believe

I did a mixtape

track of all these bosses
I can't even count my losses
You'll take a lot of spills
When you're runnin' like a faucet
I took a gamble, now I'm graspin'

T-Spin's for Tat Mok, drop in and they're droppin' like flies
But you still haven't planted the spike
Turn a stirge to ash cause I can
Catch me brawling with

Take me a eddy a geek off a bean
Keep clicking til I get bored
Ronny got hit by a bus near the store
Don't spin cause that shit is a chore
I'm not with

getting shredded
Beat around and ground
You'll see this Meat Boy pack a punch
Pound for pound
Bandage Girl, nothing will come between us
I'll defeat evil Dr