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Keep the FN, can't die by no hoes
Gun sound, get low
Pop out, let it blow
Get on your ass, yeah, nigga, you gon' know

Boom, boom, bang, walk down, let

It's that a sound of the beat
I'm go ahead and do my thing
After that I do it again
This choppa gon' leave nigga dead
I keep it goin I don't see a dead

Hear the one two three four
You're tuned in to the sounds of war
Hear the three four five six
I bet you wish that I'd slit my wrists
Hear the one

life
Vampire gang up at night
Hellsing when they pull the pipe
Niggas about to pay they price
No heart in me I always been cold
Get it by any means

Here We Go Again

Poor Righteous Teachers

Righteous Groove's

1999

Girls the girls
With attitude
Till they come to get lick down
By the sound of a soul!
Rolling, teacher soul controlling
Shaheed on the tunes and flares

tuff
Tik tok
I boop bop bitches
Boop bop niggas
Bada bing
Bada boom
Now i'm flying to the moon
We can't link
But damn we can probably hit a zoom
Pause

Just want my sound to be heard
My music loud on the speaker
They gon' be mad in the bleachers
Can’t fuck with snakes, don’t care to meet ya
I just be

bears
Homie, that sound like a snack
I can't keep myself composed
How you settle for a stack?
I been talkin' to my God
He said, "Boy, I got your back"

phone, 'cause it's a riddap
I smoke bogeys, all day like 2-piddac (smokin')
And smoke weed, and get drunk but no criddack
Guns go boom, the thing's

baled in pools of blood mixed  
by a pioneer, spun out by DJ  
Gandhiji for protection and 
remembrance, to demonstrate 
subtle boom and fire,

even compare the pair, not fair God's realer, Godzilla, commonly rocked by king kong, call my king of kings, will beat on beasts, on beats, while he

Yo I'm fresh out bits
They loving the kid
Thank God that I made it legit
Been taking risk
It is what it is it's my time
You can tell by the wrist

make vicious jams that rock you in four ways
Dropped my first name like YB...I mean Cordae
We mixing down ridiculous sounds that got you in our praise
In

Ice Ice Baby

Unlinked Artist

Karaoke Funpack: The 90's, Vol. 1

2004

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killin' your brain like

got caught by a bird with a B
They say it's just part of the cycle, sound like murder to me
Can't get caught up in this cycle, immortal technique
Got my

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hit the ground (uh)
When I spit, I mean it, man, I don't play around
Really going places, you can tell by my sound
I spend most of my time tryna write

Broward but I rep the whole tri county
Always keep some real ones dawg and they gon die by me
You gotta make it different with a greater purpose
Make sure

In a world full of hate I'm in pain like I'm on fire
Always surrounded by liars
Who claim that I can't fucking rap or play
And that every word I say

Ill Mind of Hopsin 7

Hopsin

Pound Syndrome

2015

Ghost arise, sounds like a fucking poltergeist
Show yourself and the boom is done
Every rumor's gone, I no longer doubt this shit, you're the one
I'll

[background ad libs by P. Diddy]
(Danger)
(Danger)
(Ah ah ah)
(Danger)

Today is the day we ride, you's a made your whole fucking family by

the crowd
It's a cloud when they catch ya
If you allow the pressure of
The sound to carress ya
Drummers huddle and struggle to snuggle by the heat
Bodies look

Aye
Smoke a cigar in the day by time it get night I'll be fucking a cuban
They keep up with my life like I'm Jesus hard to believe that I'm really

Robot 
Written by Silkk The Shocker, Master P & Romeo Miller 
Produced by Spinz


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