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learned Tagalog by blasting his tracks
Showed me my roots to the core
I remember rapping the verses to Bakit, Sikat Na Si Pepe
And so many more man he

Canceling the release of his first album he
Was quickly blackballed from the industry
As record executives were afraid to
Have any kind of involvement
With

to be stung by a bee, that's just me
Or a wasp
Yeah, I'm being legit...
Got a clean record (you know?)

It really went from...
A joke to an album now I'm

shit going crazy
Go up on the daily
We let it unleash
I'm taking control
We a long way from home
Now im spreading my wings

That's by any means
Yea gotta

Henny straight 
Mind my business
I aint never in the mix
Aye
Don't even trip
You know I get it lit
Aye

Imma vibe 
Yeah yeah
By myself 
Fresh to death

I just dropped the top up off my whip, now I'm gettin' lit
People askin' for another album, know it's gonna be a hit
Your friend is tryna rap, he

track
Made a stack, throw it back, hit the sack (honk-shoo)
You are now being graced by the infamous
Yung Gargamel
AKA Gunkman
AKA Chipmunk 002
AKA
I'm

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

kin)
Separates you from yo mind within (yo mind within yo mind within)
Lotta faith no wait no time to give (time to give)
Pearly gates all great the side

up from the basement
Studio in mom's house
Bitching 'bout the placement
Mad about the weed smell
Thinking that were senile
Rappin, makin' tracks

up from the basement
Studio in mom's house
Bitching 'bout the placement
Mad about the weed smell
Thinking that were senile
Rappin, makin' tracks

I'm gonna use this track as an outro for the album, I hope you're enjoying it

I've been fighting depression and it's back again, I've been fighting

But not a outta luck show
I Plan the end
Goin hard learnt from kin
So condition from within if you knew how far I came
Then you knew ill bleed fa this

niggas aint no kin to me 
These niggas aint no friend to me 
We pull out that shotty and shoot off your extremities 
Heard about him from around the way
He

far from passive: I'm a terrorist passin'
By houses and flying planes in stomachs of buildings, antacids
We need less of these children who rap

The gun still singing and my gun still
Singing to them niggas like Do-Re-Mi
So lit I take a pic for a 4K fee
Tell a bitch that I'm
The shit, piss, throw-up,

'bout to set it off
I really turned it around
I bet you've heard of me now
I'm 'bout to light this shit up (Lit)
Yeah, I'm burning it down
I'm saying,

from the chi, and go to the tropics
Shorty said she fuck nigga free
That ain't got shit to do with me (naw)
Hop on a track, I can't do it for free
Ian

tracks
Hit the peace sign and got back to the scratch
When I'm talkin bout the scratch yu kno I'm talking bout them racks
I meet my nigga outside he pullin

turn beast reminds you of Thriller Mike 
Went from mediocre to beast mode peep the way I Flip Mode  
Squad by my side down to Buss a Rhyme anytime 
Coke

that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we runnin' from fans (runnin' from fans)
I'm not a small fry, they do what they can (do what they can)
Brand new

your hoe
I done dropped four albums in 2 years
They still dropping a song
I be dropping and dropping again
No one can fuck with my flow and my pen
No one

Gotta Question for Ya

The Living Legends

Creative Differences

2004

bull rushes the track
When the percussion's fat
In fact the rhymes I recite
Might help you find the light, or get ya lit
Smoked, words provoke
Jokes

This fast track is moving so slow 
It’s been bumpy ride like on low pros
I’m on easy street but the roads closed 
For a moment I felt so close