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on the track I be doing the most
Yeah I still eat your bitch out like some toast and
I don't give no fucks I be minding my business
All of these bitches be stuck

Yeah
Ugh
Look

I've gotta check your credentials
You messed with the pistol
That pops em' off and leave em' dead with the rhythm
You hate

her titties make that
Motherfucking bra hit the floor
Heard my dick is on your radar
That's a fucking napalm
Call me rich boy
My dick is an employee

don't apply none of them to your life
You're looking at a man who has made the simple application of three or four scriptures
And maxed them out to get

It's that N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
Chill-Chill, brother, I'm chill

They be like, "Nerve
Where the fuck you been?"
They know where the flow's been

function push it back into someday
Hack into your circuitry a gadget that's invisible
After it's attached, baby, that's when you're invincible
I step into

Screaming in pain like Joseph (Oh my God)
I don't want a gold star, make it platinum 
My fist cracking on your face like a magnum 
Now you gotta walk around

the North Star, breaking concentration like the hyman
It's all about timing, rhyming in the cut
Yo what you thinking you proving by your feet not moving
While

over nothing
Can't let a broke a** n***a push my buttons
And I'll be d****d if I get trapped by a runner
Pistol at the party shout out to my brother
F**k

we speak to be of you
Not anything to condemn
To hold or to bind
But to be led by your divine Holy Spirit
A shooting star
So that we can all achieve

Other side they try to spin it
I don't need another sign, I read the fine when it was printed
Naa don't get offended
Probably won't attend it
Cause I

your neck
Ain't a gang we a family of vets
She bad but she only want the sex
Push away cuz in focused on the racks
Spend my money on my studio best
Fuck

rather pop a mag and pour they bladder
Just Watch em fade to black like they don't matter
Look, im the type to make my pockets fatter
By any means I feel

Circle of Tyrants

Necro

Gory Days

you bled
Don't never try to hawk or rip cause I don't want to talk
I play the kinda sports the way you catch a Tommahawk
Open up your skull fragments

to the shelf
Stay by my lonely don't need no one else
If no one believe you then believe yourself
Surrounded by people but I feel alone
Inside of my mind when

radical magical with my hand on the mic
I’m a lyrical miracle you're
A spiritual criminal
Metaphysical syllable written by
The invisible
In two ways there’s

and get fucked by the fuck around"
Word to Pappy (RIP)
Don't bust less you Busta Rhymes 'Break Ya Neck'
Never really need a favour from niggas
The GodFather

Let's do it
Yeah

Eenie miney moe 
I need me more, I need like 4 of them 
Eenie miney moe 
A cougar caught me by the toe again 
Eenie miney moe

GSCC,
Brothers grade went ludicrous when the
Music video dropped.
Wanna keep and leave that hype up.
Gonna push that hype up
When i make it to the top
I

IM A CHILD OF GOD…

AINT NO KILLER BUT DONT PUSH ME YOU CAN FINDS OUT…

GOT THESE NIGGAS CALLING ME CRAZY AM Y WINEHOUSE….

DUMP THIS BUCKET ON YO

feel like calling it quits but the Lord he understands so I push through
I can run through a troop and leap over the walls
Now please hold your applause

It's our ancestors and grandmothers who have fade past gone, so
Get to know your laws and your own citizenship
Because if you live by your roots, well

to change
Not speaking seems so strange
Who or what's to really blame
And it hurts hearing your name

You'll always be my brother
I can feel tears from our

he sayin': "you gon' do som'
Do it one hunnid percent or
Don't do nothin' at all"
When I was 19 I started doin' this rap
Shit and I be killin' it ever