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I'm nice, and y'all are so obsolete
Cold like off the heat, I'm hotter than cotton sheets
Cop the Jeep, full tank so there ain't no stopping me
Lock

flight
But no refunds if Alderaan is fried

Wonder why all my bars are tight?
Cuz I write raps while trapped in carbonite
Got the rhymes so hot like

yall always play the victim
Man I feel like R Kelly,
Bar for bar I'm really pissin'
On these niggas
I'm on my way up
Pray for my haters to stay up
I use

Gettting drunk at 1am  then swing by my local Walmart
Laughing at people Just to laugh it off

Put my hoodie on in summer
In the winter time I take my jacket

Cookie, Im allright (ay ay)
Overcame my wish to die (wont die)
Aint no divas by my side 
Aint no divas, divas

Wrote a song for her in Amsterdam
Helped me

cuz you should
Now this time Im stickin around for good

Top of my game, shit's fire ignite the flame
No two are the same, my lyrical style is all but

but that's the catch
Like a cookie cook em with t.l.c prep em batch by batch
If my enemies got on my level then we'd have a match

On s'noie dans notre

it”, “try again” that’s  a righteous thought 
if dem niggas don’t support you why they by your spot 
no recording i eh dropping but i write a lot 

chill

Moving from the cattle,
I dismantle your fragile fercade just like a vandel,
Too many cookie cut outs with no sustenance,
I get on turn the beat

AR 15 9mm
Shot a mn nw n nyam him food 
1 GP

Nozzle light like hot grabba
Ak deh a foot like bankrobba
Shot a man nw dwt front (infront) a him

I'm talking steel toe how you claim you my
Cousin don't know my kinfolk I'm smoking top shelf
Cookie you can tell just by the ash my names TA$K
I'm

slam Kurt angle

8th grade with section 8 Rick was a loser
Now I do drive bys on electric scooter
Got more Tec on me than a damn computer
Tutor bitch

down the boulevard
Do no wrong i can do no wrong
You know i do it all
I’m the only motherf****r in here who can pull it off
I don’t lose my dog don’t

at Nuns
One day the whole world will be consumed by the Sun
We are quite messed up individuals
Come dance with me or your death will be biblical
Me and B

a shooter, knock him especially
I'm pissed off, they gon' call me R Kelly
Young nigga, change his name to R Xelly
Call up Skul, he gon' let it off
Glock go,

sky high
Bad on the mic, but really I'm a nice guy
iPod on track 5, listen to R-Type
Likely to turn heads every time I pass by
If you hate, you're

simultaneously fall apart
Tell Kelly Kel I smell a set up
Pick my head up fore I hit the
Ground and die for a living
I've got to get a grip
On my lack of feelings

Red Chip Funk

Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin

Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton

Produced by Rabid City Records

(C)

your mouth to disrespect me
I just got my ass beat by my
Bitch 'cause yo bitch text me

If she ask for the head
Then I'm Wizard Kelly
If she popping I'm

waiting for finally happened, I connected with the A&R of RCA records and I was asked to submit music for Kelly Clarkson's Christmas album. I had

on log flumes 
Escalate shit quick drizzle to monsoon 
Kelly Anne Conway winning the oscar 
Dodgy stop and searches and the profit motives common 
relative

character (EM!)
Cuz, I am not Stan!
I don't run like Kelly.
I don't rap for the title.
Nor for the money.
I can be. Just as Shady.

More explosive than. TNT.

of the walls of your glass house of a home
They can't handle my storm, shattered by the stones that you've thrown
I can't believe you wanna battle, are you deaf

that

Don't understand the hard work that we do
Aching by the feet filled with sores and the bruises
Useless, we are.
Our cries are manager's music

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