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the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
itching caging about sexing
Irritated by your yeast infection
She's a lazy hoe, y'all seen her
Sit in her ass all day and watch Jerry Springer
Ten kids
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
have
Therefore, I sound nothing like you
I get listens by doing just what I do
I feel entitled to go and get the title
I fuck with streams and yeah, I
Hey what is up guys, it's your boy Johny here, and welcome to
My new album, Positive Optimus
So, it is currently 11:53 PM right now, December 31st,
make a plan, a plan
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be
prostitution, but I ain't hatin' it (but I ain't hatin' it)
I got the models comin' by the fews, I hope you relatin' it (hope you relate)
After I made her tie
I ain't the nigga to fuck with
This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young money man we got this shit by a land slide
Boy I send
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
repeating that?
Nigga, I'm rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June
Now who the fuck said I can't rap, Jack?
I'm in a dolphins dream, I got it for 'em raw
the Taz
see Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let
the bed and a bottle sitting pretty
Pigskin on the TV, bacon in a skillet
An old mutt in the yard licking on an itch
Bunch of fake flamingos flocking by
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
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Duh..Duh..Duh..Di'Anno. Chart position 18 it got to, that was released on 26th of April 1982. And it was off
of the album
start this album, I would like you to know
I don't condone any of the following
Brutal harming of others, unless if followed by the code of Hammurabi
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
make a killin
My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, imma kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel
understand
All that man to man talk can just walk down
If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
And all that talk about it won't help it
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
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