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the riot no I don't delay
Light up the fire then light up the day
We die by the motto defining the title
With dynamite bottle to pop shit
Eastside I throttle

on, I move in, You notice
You move on, I blow it, it goes wrong, I reset, I'm not strong
Spending my time all alone I been working on my songs
Been

Lotta fish up Ina water ima shark up Ina deep
Cold game up in dese streets Yu could get Ate or yu eat
Mind move a hundred miles what do I say ona

Lotta fish up Ina water ima shark up Ina deep
Cold game up in dese streets Yu could get Ate or yu eat
Mind move a hundred miles what do I say ona

when
Nintendo and Sega Genesis were relevant
Embellished by bezel's saying it was devil hour
For heaven's sake take a break give the devil hours
Fighting

Reflections

Mystik Journeymen

The Black Sands ov Eternia

1999

over beats leaps to and fro
All around, bound the energy in miles
Piles up towards the sky
High quantity of thoughts
Reflect the truth, sold another

blow us up, I'm screwing up like everyday I'm rude as fuck
To the wrong people like I've gone, think I harbor demons, that's true as fuck
Who would joke

love it here and I be missing it when I go yo
Never catch me dolo, I always got Milo
Dripped out, that's for little bro
Be selling it by the kilo
Just

Killin new school flows, with an old sound
Homie I'm a GOAT, but they don't really like that pronoun
Acid by the foot, I been trippin bouta mile

put you in Asphalt
By myself, Imma bitch you and leave you with a Gravestone
Back at it take a crack at it in the Booth
Who?
Shot at him get him bloody

Rocky Ride

Babe I know I drink to much 
But you sooth my soul with you touch 
You do girl
When I blow up you keep me sane 
Rolling on this crazy

no chips or hear no business plays
My shit I administrate the shit ain’t new it’s been this way
Gun stay out the box I think someone gon blow my shit

Falcon and the Snowman

Andre Nickatina

Conversation with a Devil [CD & DVD]

2003

break down the weed in my rap


I was born about eight miles in the city of dope
Meanin' my city is the city of dope
Weigh the coke, Caddy spokes,

Theory of Humanity

Produced by 1st official 

Verse 1

Sip this limited edition Ciroc with a little chaser
Riding down Rancho California wine

way
So many miles
I'm working to make it worth it
Nobody perfect I smile
Scratch the surface they gotta know me by now I mean
Ain't a damn thing changed

a mile
Vile filled so I smile
Stress piles with trials
I feel trapped in these isles
Mildly been defiled
Place is child book wild
And what's more is

the garden, man I feel like I'm Carmelo
Minus it by 10, sip a 40 of Modelo
Stepback, James Harden
Stepback, James Harden
50 in the garden
50 in the garden

start getting plaques
Bad lil bitch
She Want me hit from the back
Told the lil bitch that I'm not About that
Yeah yeah
I'm bound to blow woah
See me

house full of ks
C4 by the door
So if you slam my shit too hard
You gone fuckin blow
These junky's fall in love wit boy
And leave that crack alone
Lifters

she
Why you talking shit 300 miles away
I stay humble
Y'all stay mumbling
I stay hungry
Y'all stay fumbling
Kodak making all the fire tracks
Now

discussing
It is what is
Back to the money
Back to the money
Back to the money
I can’t let these niggas stop me from securing the bag
I let my lady blow it
If

please allow me to kick another flow
Now that I'm about to blow and I do it to get by
Random rhymes arise in my head
Hunger for the satisfaction hasn't

wonder if the people fuck with how I'm rhyming shit
Kid turned legend, he's been in the oven long enough
Ready to blow, just know it's gonna be rough
I

view 
My fire escape 
Patios 

Look at lil mama glow she know it’s time to show up yea
Wanted this all her live she knew it’s time to blow up yea
Putting