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Flowing with the tide I'm commanding the wave when I speak
Earth quaking
Feel the turbulence when I spit
Cold flows cut through the surface like ice picks

the line
Chained to this submarine that's ready to dive
Headed for the bottom, pressure building up inside
Man I want to be is at the surface, waving goodbye

of
Worthless. Not reaching your soul purpose
Want to get to the core but only scratching the surface, uh
High speed chase got traffic jam from trapping
No

bank roll
I don't see nothin I want

c lot of these boring 
bum ass bitches 
is only good at 
being upset
I'm prolly be scoring
Dumb ass
I ain't never

of your three
And I didn't sign anything
I did it all for free
Since you were scratching on the
Surface like you're DJ Lambo
How bout the guns we brought

even hurting them
Who knew you two were that good

Now I imagine
I know there is no need to lie anymore
Seven
I know you kinda hate me by now, huh

Cause

another half was violence
And the last fifth was chance, it’s a lot to pile on
I be fightin with my memories, inciting different energy
Enticed by

People

Milton Bradley

The Son of Norma

2014

hand
I remember chuggin' Busch and I'd keep the can
Houston bum, all I had was a stupid gun
And 7 black trash bags of aluminum
In the club I be tryna

balled up in my fist
I was so certain this would work
Thought I scratched through the surface
I'm still on a search, it's a mission
I'm like ''Long live

I'm saying?

I don't know

Another day another dollar
A shame we have to slave to pay the rent and the see doctor
No health insurance taken by man

know what's going on over there
Ruger

Keep talkin', I'ma hang you by your tongue
Off the Def Jam building, wait for the cops to come
Little bum, fuck

out bent and I'm slamming the door
Aye, its usually worth it
I just gotta get myself out of this water and onto the surface
I need my plan to start

countdown

Zack Berry it's now your time
To get murdered by my rhymes
Murderous flows going over your head
You are too friendly act like Ned
Can we talk about

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

Defined By Expression

T, come back to the ends and I'm back with the smoke
Like I'm lighting a blem
Chocolate ting said "I might be a gem"
Heard

Taxpayers are where  
The cash comes from. 
Yet he treats us like  
A bunch of bums!   

Joe’s 1 part demented.   
1 part corrupt! 
...2 parts skilled

Rodeo
Written By: Jessica Clarke


Intro:

Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da dada da dada da da
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da

He'll cum down the chimney
With his big old sack-age 
Waiting ass up for him 
cnd his package 

What he sees, it's such a sight 
“Hmmm” he moans by

and hide that I'm crushin'
Over some chick who's in love with a chump, a bum who is nothin'
I'm 'bout to hit that pussy harder than the blunts which I'm

A.M. 5:45  Mid July as you lie spending nights by my side undressed, 
Undressed, undressed moods. All these bare truths, 
And 1 text where you tell

quick
Maybe it's the way you walk
Those hips those lips and the way you talk
I tell you this I might just fall hard for you and the surface ain't that

Cold

DMC

Checks Thugs and Rock N Roll [Original]

2006

it's gon' be alright
To my sisters in the hood tryin to make life better
You ain't by yourself, you're looking better
Whatever the storms that come

Out da Gate 
He a plate - Shouda Did sum Checking In
Niggas bums
 Nd dey fake Drake Put dat Cappin  2 a End 
Don’t b dum 
Dis chopa split u like

wit da Joker
Bum u is so mediocre 
You look like a Smoker 
I’m So High Hate Bein Sober 
Cup be Leaning Over 
She wanna Mate & Make a Baby 
I might need