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I've got no truce for the enemy saved
I'm bathing the tip of my warriors' blade inna pool of lyrical rage
Plus I'm hungry enough for the hunt to pull

a pot of gold
To me that was the gods gospel
I felt my knowledge grow
Once a week I spoke to moms yo she missed me
Doing what I did survive
I kept it

Got more drip than ya boat
I get bread by the loaf
I keep fuckin on yo hoe
But I keep it on the low
Real discreet no one knows
Meat stay down her throat

packup (packup)
Me launda hu sabse hard
Aggressive thoughts se bana mera swag
Kahi kuch, value chupa tah blood me
Haan me warrior, born with a rage
I feed

found myself
It's lonely at the top, I'm by myself, cooking no chef

Warrior spirit, I feel like Steph, the pressure felt, uh
Turned him to a diamond, he

pose
Na money get toto
Sebi na who fine dey snap photo
Omoba oto lońso eni tò yo loń jo azonto
Owo lon se oun gbo gbo
Kudi lo le eko
Owo lon control
Lo ń

Yo
Wollt Ihr wissen, was ich treib', wenn ich rappe? 
Geschichten, die ich höre, Sachen, die ich neu entdecke
Alle fragen sich, ey, Mann, was der

and the dreads
Grab the glock and hitcha from ya toes to ya head

There's an X amount of yar-we, yo pass the gar-weed
Pass it over here so I can get Irie-why

Killing Spree

Swollen Members

The Longplay

chargin with my beloved core
Don't interrupt me, I'll corrupt abruptly
Heavy metal makeover
Mad Child forming hard again
Four by four pick up truck to kick

Queen Warrior you know I’m doing fine
Stay on it so I get em every time
Big moves yea I’m bout to blow yo mind
Africa to California yeah
It’s been

Cigarette look wet yo death wish granted
Where yo casket at?
My Cincinnati Reds jersey on
Big fan of Ken Griff
I was new to them but heard a lot of stories

as there’s you
I’m alright
Just wanna have you
Right here with me by my side
As long as there’s you
I’m alright
I know I can do all the things I’ve dreamed

that I was raised on,
livin' on
 I came from the streets 
Was raised by the streets 
That's why I give love for the streets
My neighborhoods thugs

Yo, Akala, listen who's the Gangsta?
We claim gangsta
Hip hop tells us we're gangsta
But do we make the straps and the scales?
Or just pack the jails

Yo, I don't give a rats arse or rassclaat
Are your spars hard when your par par
Don't start are your bars hard
Have you mastered how to spar with

And we're ballin' every day
Never ever quit cuz we came to play!
And we're ballin' every day
Run up in the spot shooting in yo face!
And we're ballin' every

unbelievable like Notorious
If you knew my life then you'd know how deep my story is
You would think I was raised by warriors
How I lived in hell but now I'm

Night Vision

Swollen Members

Dagger Mouth

2011

are not a gangster, you're a fucking errand boy
Werewolf warlord poet and a warrior
Mad child king Vancouver and Victoria
These kids forfeit against

Fast and Pray
Stitchie

Sure time to fast and pray
Get used to it! (oh)
You know (woah)
Get used to it!
Get used to it!
Yo!

Mi fully saved under

on the mic
Yo it’s the bomb
Blood on blood
War we got you running when we storming
Keep it bombing when we coming
Make it hotter than the sun
Without the ozone

into the warriors abyss
I got a mixed up past, it warrants me to flip
I got my dick sucked fast
In the sixth grade from a bitch
With a switchblade who

Headz Ain't Redee

Black Moon

Diggin' In Dah Vaults

1996

and the dreads
Grab the glock and hitcha from ya toes to ya head

There's an X amount of yar-we, yo pass the gar-weed
Pass it over here so I can get Irie-why

Pavlov's Frothing Dogs

Limbomaniacs

Stinky Grooves

1990

They don't want to miss their favorite show
So hypnotized by the lies cut you down to size
You got something to say all yo can do is try

and the dreads
Grab the glock and hitcha from ya toes to ya head

There's an X amount of yar-we, yo pass the gar-weed
Pass it over here so I can get Irie-why