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Jimbo, boy, you're a croc of shit,
You're a boozed, selfish thug;
Why don't you give your mouth a go
And in the other hole put a plug?

By Christ

upon itself
The traveler ponders if he is a fallen cosmo
Or one with the astral plane
Check
Made it out the past life
Never lost the recognition
All your

a nigga stomach hurting
I can hardly eat
This tryna get a two meals a day in been going on for some weeks upon weeks
Been eating no good and I'm sure that

nine
Carrying the pack upon my back
Done in no time, uh
Usually I keep it chill just to get rid of ya
Bringing forth a squad just by
Thinking that shit's

Y'all already know
Lights cameras action

Let's go
Wish death upon me, I'm feeling like many man
Told her that I'm coming in a second
Wait a minute, man

Yeah yeah. Real hip hop only
Suprimo asked me to come to bat
So I hit a home run for fun
And I'm never striking out
Yo this EP is almost done
Started

don't even speak upon it

I don't need no label from a nigga who just chattin' and yak sippin'

That's a peon, that's who we ignorin'

10 toes down in

receive it
(For the blessing of the Lord is upon me)
The word of the lord
Is Yea and Amen
(The sun shall not smite you by the day)
I believe it
(Nor

Fear the future, enjoy the past
Verses by the mass
Travel fast
Confidence I have
Crushing bones and souls
Sweep them in them bag

Rock n' Roll has

selfmade men run everything and this is what they say
"once upon a time, we had an idea
Mr big thought it was a damn good idea
Together we made the idea

alone and lose my number
No appreciation for your position 
I'll never stop till I'm assured your house of cards is torn asunder
I can tell by how you

get lift
Got tricked by the metrics
Waking up for class late
Complaining bout assignments cause you know the teacher's mad fake
Procrastinating

What in the world is this
I've never had anything so delicious
Yes!
If you'll admit defeat to me now
I'd be willing to give you this too
But to admit

Rock, Southside Jamaica Block
Flat Bush, Brooklyn, all of them Jamaica spots
This is my city 'n' I be reppin' my city
It's where the giants'll tackle you

Groundbreaking

Swollen Members, Prevail

Process of Elimination

1999

Caught upon the problem
Hunger still fierce stomach still grumbles
Still pounding the pavement watch concrete crumble...
This is an underground invasion

at these offices
At Warner or Sony got Universal origins
Deeper than a stream or a sale how bout
I teach you a way to make it in this game by being yourself

pops
Eighth stuffed in my sock
Steady busting it til somebody cousin get shot
All of this for a rock or he get killed by the cops
Somebody please tell me

that you
Wack and shouldn't be here at all
Kamachi's this and that I hear it all
I see you run from ya squad screamin'
I wasn't even there wit y'all
I

with this southern slangin tone
Jesus how me mobbin can you hear the Spirit knockin
Rock the bass yeah I'm sitting in the pocket
Throw my hands up swerve

Rambling when asking him, where has Carole Baskin been
I ate her husband, but I ain't her cousin
Flossing like Bob Ross, paint by numbers
These babes are

with my grandma in Puerto Rico
Where I proceed to download another language
By the age of three I learned and forgot multiple languages,
forgot who my

and views on my music
Don't share the views of the cops
Y'all perception distorted
Just like this mic and this box
They peg my mind with these rocks
I might

roofs
Niggas wanna copy, but they still un-cool
This is my throne, my chair, my stool

Stop it, now you gotta answer to the cosmic
Whatever they rock with

rock this
Only love can top this
Laced in clean spirits
Now I'm spotless
Pulling out nots
Now I make hits
Throw jewels at you
Reap the benefits