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Woah, woah woah woah woah
Yung Orad nigga
One and only, Big Curezza
I may be paranoid I gotta keep a Weapon by the side, leggo
How the perky hit

the internet like a screen door in a hurricane
Jay Electricity, baptized by Felicity
Where he been the past three years? It's just a mystery
If it ain't come

the block turned it up like I slap boi or sumn
Green grams all I got is Stanky onions
I swing my door that's another junkie clucking >
Took 2 hr just to count

The Ruler

Wayne Wonder

Inna Bashment Stylee: the Roots of an Urban Warrior

2005

and make me play the album 

I'm out to rule the world 

while you talk about your silly glasses 

half-ass rappers can't match this 

the shit I

Yuh, yuh, I hit 80 on the road, I ain't dating any hoes I'm just trying to get me up yuh
Brodie used to have a Soul, now he hopped out of a Ghost

some kinda way
She doing strange things
But I ain't with the games
Just keep it a secret yo
It's cheaper to keep her bro
Two wrongs don't make us

Orleans, let's have a Mardi Gras

Broad deck, they think I do magic, I make llamas fly
Sticks by the door, dog shit on the floor
I was on the new things,

albums in
I can tell you things
Bout people you run with

I can see a fling, a flame, a spark
And all the sum of it
Ran ya tape by my dawgs
They didn't

Hit the track and hurl, went from sweating out her shirts
To staying inside cause i don't like shit about her
Maybe another life or, another album

gon get hit in yo stomach
Gotta say it two times
For the bitches in the back though
If your hoe hit my line you get back door'd
Outside with the gang

Hip Hop

Afu-Ra

Life Force Radio [Bonus Track]

2002

set trippin and sweatin the aesthetics
The chick's beef hits your ass up like diabetics
I bet it gets, I wrestle it, second album be the predicate
No

Hit that cha cha hit that slide, I got 2 chains on issa vibe
If I'm wrong if I'm right, you know she still gon' hit the lights
Me gusta tu la la la

gotta say is JJ I'm lit as fuck
All she gotta say is Jala you know what's up
Two twin glocks now you understand
I done made plenty niggas hit the running

Fire It Up

Da Brat

Who's Makin That Funky Noise

1995

make ya faint, go blank.
Hey, when I hits da door, all my niggas say...

[Chorus]
Adi, adi, adi, adi, ah... (It's probably all dat chronic that I

Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail

Yeah

2 in the morning
Going at it, while I'm yawning
Wonder if I hit until the dawn
If you'll be honest bout the shit up in your mind, if you all in

of singles based on consumption
Because you guys don't consume full albums anymore
Y'all consume, like, two songs and then the other ten songs, nobody streams

A farmer singing by the ocean
A lady singing in a room
A travler bends to pick his Gua Sha
Into the heavens full bloom

And they say

One two three Does it worry you when I'm by the fireside
Cutting me like a knife because you need a slice
Tried to conjure the strength
I tried

Bad bitch
Ahh, fuck
Come on nigga lets get into it
Album of the, fuck
Ha, I got to let this shit flow off me
Come on, yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh,

Way before Lupe, before OF
I've been trynna Ollie off the front porch door steps
Crept through Lynwood my city was not calm
Headed to South Gate,

Hmmm

Southside

Hmmm

2018

two-door belong in an expo
It's red like a new jar of RAGÚ
I'm sittin' on a plane, but not by you
My window seat, Erykah Badu
You know I can't tell

(woah, woah)
I know you're mad, but so what? I wish you best of luck
And now I'm finna throw them deuces up

What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you

Let's grab the pen I'm in album mode if you haven't noticed
The album was golden Pain Through the Scriptures went platinum
All in my inner circle