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books
Where you borrow your bars and shitty hooks
For titties looks, how's that working out for you
Pretty shook that the girls don't adore your track

prayed for that, don't gamble with life and shoot to an ace in crap
I'm surrounded by niggas who dream when it's only safe to nap
Stay relaxed, breathe

tracks,
you lie on your back
You lie and you’re wack,
you lie about facts
See This is not genocide
The Palestinian population
has grown by eight times

and roam the wrong streets at night
To make it back home after the 9 to 9
Made it through some times holding a 9
By any means...


So believe I'm trying

I remember hearing rap like this cool old-school
Was that track to fix those cold moods
But whose rap if we don’t hold true
Hip-hop’s man number one

gotta knife on my hip
And the other got ends, no
I don't lie, I don't try to fit in
And I don't do this here for no one
Fuck the settling in
So go on,

Hip hops alive, far from the wits of the watchful eyes
Stars are eclipsed by the common guise
Barred in the bricks like dolomite
Dark in the pits but

wanna get high thats no surprise, well lets do that baby
Can you tell we do this shit on the daily, I’m just acting fool

Telling me her hips don’t lie

Now the moment we been waiting For 

Can't ignore the fact 
That the the boy once on track 
Has turned into the man 
Aint no ignorance is bliss 
So my

treasured
I paint "legendary pictures" with a genius in tune
To use "the voice" with more "spice" than a scene out of "Dune"
Directed by Denis Villeneuve,

within you
You send one text, you send two
Praying she don't intend to
Break you down, twist you, and bend you
Then unfriend you
If hip hop ever breaks my

Supa Star

Group Home

Masterpiece, Vol. 1: DJ Mixed by Pete Rock

2006

Loved by kids, I never did a bid
Yes, the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef 
'Cause these dizzy-ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet
Yo,

don’t really give a fuck
Only fucking wit me cause my on dumb
Man I ain’t goin lie yea I used to be a bum
But now shit change I got money by the ton

queezy hearing you spit so wheezy
Take notes on the flow ride smooth on the breezy
Closet latino my hips just don’t lie
But irish at heart you can check

Loved by kids, I never did a bid
Yes, the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef 
'Cause these dizzy-ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet
Yo,

I lost track of the money I'm spending
Cuz of all of the money I'm making
The bigger bag comin, I'm already hip
I won't lie I'm still getting

things, chills down my spine, shit
I don't lie about my will to kill criminals, not a bit
Push 'em down a pit, why am I so fried in my crib?
I'm

bought 'em
Numbers lie and so does your mama
So when we 
Lose by 10k just know that we ain't fake one single thing 
We single out the chosen one ain't

do that baby
Can you tell we do this shit on the daily, I’m just acting fool
Keep telling me her hips don’t lie, how to keep a grown man inside
She

by
Tears in my eyes yo the anger makes me cry
Uchiha burning rage take my shit and you die
I dont give fuck about your reasons or the why
Bitch i use

Hip hop forgotten this 
That's why I'm resetting this game
I'm correcting it and I'm reppin it
I give a big ups to my Pioneers
Who sowed real lyrical

To take each others breath away
I wanted you forever babe
But now it's never again it's never again
Don't know what do with myself Abusing my health
Coz I

when you gonna play my tracks
Man when you gonna see your wack
Beef when you gonna plate that crap
See I don't really play like that
Me only thing I'm

by the Most high
You'll never find the truth living a whole lie
Young nigga flow but my soul like an old guy
I stay Melo when I puff more La
Better