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I'm lit, now show me your tits
Grab your ass by the hips and put the cool in the whip
Like a stir fry, you like how I be flickin' my wrist
You would

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

trust me, I ain't never do no wrong
Cause in my life I just stay kicking back
Body tracks, just don't trust the stats cause they won't tell you facts

plan to play by
Stay honest, even when they lie
It's been said before but it bears repeating
All I got is my balls and my word, emceeing
Play hard, any

him in the zone up
Ahead near the sign post
Follow the beat, you won't stumble
Shut your mouth, swallow your feet
Or try'an rumble
In discreet they lie

gave you the ticket now here's the price
Nothing left to do, but close your eyes
You don't have to lie its the truth

Moving too fast
Crossing my tracks

be surprise when her phone connect to the wifi
I don't even try, I
Refrain from the lie, I
Spit about the truth bout how I'm living, what I drive
If

of thud and
c little bit of bass
Off a little bit of bub'

Bars that could kill a man
I don't think they understand
Hip-Hop filibuster  
Trying to make

relating to the real life that ya faking
Don't get hunted by Kraven-Von-Marvolus
Name an artist that's as hard as this, nah you can't
Imma bang till its

long as you by my side
Dead or Alive
Out in these streets we don’t need no disguise
Dead or Alive
We living the dream while they living a lie
Dead

Keep It True

Aceyalone

All Balls Don't Bounce

1995

about to get a heavy track
(?or jimmy in the spot?)
or plenty of hip hop goin' round three
heavyweights it's your time so register
foundate your legacy we

I got my heart on my sleeve and my blade on my hip
Need a w by any means watch me flip
Surviving off a tea and the fucking schmole hits
Uchiha blood

Keep It True

Abstract Rude

Making Tracks

2002

about to get a heavy track
(?or jimmy in the spot?)
or plenty of hip hop goin' round three
heavyweights it's your time so register
foundate your legacy we

For keeping real hip-hop alive, my shit should be taller than Meg

Thee Stallion
Wack niggas I'm outdone
I'ma get this shit by any means that's word

That can't rhyme
Nigga I ride for my n****s
Ill die for my n****s
Be respected as a king
Don't lie to the trigger
You die with ya n****s
No lie to you

Black Sheep

Trik Turner

Trik Turner [Japan]

2002

block, don't punch girls
And we don't punch a clock, gotta go gotta
Go see you later by the cat and you can't 
Beat that with a bat

You can get with

he tripped on cement
He ain't die, it wasn't meant
All that shit that y'all say in y'all tracks, it don't matter
We drenchin' y'all whip, windows

admit it, but I do
Lay a hot track, or if anything, it's blue but,
That don't even matter, cause I'm badder, Michael who?

I'ma kill it like I'm supposed

hand is pride
Will I release words of truth, or regurgitate a lie
Does wisdom set my course, or do I turn with the tide
Insecurities in my mind, got me

I don't realize what I'm about to do
I'm sorry but I guess you have no feelings so it won't hurt you
Not my fault man I never really did know you
All

Make i no lie you, this song fii be my last track
I feel like it's just giving me my last chance
Don't get me wrong I no dey doubt myself
I was lost in

through blank stares
Get your mind right
Words said by talking heads
Tell-lie-vision
When chemical lines kill minds
Info red target
Inner city markets

on beat 
Lips taste like wine 
You a dime
Hair on fleek 
Hips shake my mind
Don't you lie
I'm gone leave 
Tricks break my vibe
So if you trying
Lean on me

to feds
I bring a veterans etiquette to the exodus
Talking a bunch of lie so I really gotta get rid of them
Exposing all the phony clones blown by their