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a little
More clearly with some thought
I'm probably sitting here
Feeling a lot like you
We might be two lost souls
Figuring out what to do
You see a lot

red eye like cyclops
Lord knows when will the crime stop
Shaved them back in the side like a high-top (ching-ching-ching)
You know it goes down in my

Hot Line

Sunz of Man

Elements

2004

Middle East
You be marked by the beast, 
that decrease that black race that increase
Too much ocean, it get deep
For dreamers that's asleep
Blessed be

act-needy
An I won't be the thanksgiving for the black Friday
Only like holidays uh, if I get to see my fam
Baby let's bring vegan food to my aunt crib we

QP never know never no bitch
Gun toter clip reloader bitch exposer you's a heaux want beef swallow teeth black ya eye break ya jaw that's how it get in

was eight feet tall without even tryin
Covered in fur with a mane like a lion
And he had a flame in his eyes he had breath like the dead
And two big

I'm the descendant of the Asakura line
Coming in to cut thru bars, like a Demon Samurai
Oversoul, possession of the human mind
Two becoming one in order

fresh fruit while
I'm eating pantie
Pomegranate, red eye, pineapples, man I
Can't seem to focus seein'
Double never pans out
What it is? See her look her

the groceries
I did three years 'cause this girl I got here for
Passed the Casa, I need Red Bulls
The go-outside boys, you got money, no limit
I matched up

the opps stay on my toes bet they wont touch my neck
Too much swag I carry plus this thirty stepping confident
Know my vibe is different all eyes on me when

(Ayy, Ayy)
Crucified
(Two-Twenty)
I died - To this life
(Two-Twenty, I'm dead)
Nevertheless I live
I live, in Christ
(Two-Twenty)
Dead to life, I

their lies or get left stressed by the deepest of sends
Ain't got time for beefing with feds
Or beefing for ends, that's a needless event
Guys like you

push and coast while I roll pass by
Fictitious, pathetic raps from idiots
In a city where street cred seems tedious
Monotonously dull underhandedly

In tha Hood

Big Pokey

Flow Masters Vol. 1

2006

[Yung Joc]
Let's see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it by this motherfuckin' song right here
You know, it took two real niggas to collab

against terrorist
And about rebuilding New York
And there's nothing like it
We don't want anyone to feel in a
Week or two or a month
That the enormity

slow
Like what in the fuck did you take me for
I'm on the road, on the road
On the road, on the road
Hop in the two seater, I ride with the heater, I'm

serious
And about her I go red dot, period
They was running game so I put
'em at a dead stop now it's just my day ones
Tighter than a dreadlock
Think they

sprayed murdered
On the concrete 
Laid up on the side of the road
Looking up at GOD 
Wondering why he was born in all this homicide
Blue flags and red flags

Young black rebel
No we can't settle
Took man's eye start kettle
Stingy no metal
Glock and his pedals bag it sold his pedals
Come back rip thorugh

money, ain't shit funny when I catch you up
When I bust this tech, you'll think a supersoaker wet you up
The flames of hell is in my eyes, killin niggas by

the haters, suicide on my radar
Family want me strong, Im fighting, I'm on my own two feet
I planted and reap, you know you cannot compete, I'll be damaged if I

Thug from the past
Sold drugs by the slab
Use to transport coke through cabs
Like a fork to the hill
Until my nigga Black got killed
Talkin' guns
These

Shook cause I slid
On this Svg(ar) so witness
The cook how it look
In eyes of the livin'
Young man fit for the part (yeah)
Black ass nigga
Get lost in

I stay givin’ you, I stay givin’ you
I stay lighting up the loudest pack puffin’ on them Red Dot’s
Sippin’ reserve grapes makin’ her head bob
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