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to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by

Sounds so grown up right now
So real
Spoken word, vocals with a purpose
I traded time for my dreams hoping it was worth it
Missing out of Good Times

we live by the sword
Slicing quicker then doctors at cords
With clipboards
So while you sit on the corner, speaking excrement
I frequent murder g's,

on the 403
It really don't matter cuz I'm already dead
Word to clippin, addicted to the red 
Never got born never got bread
Put an echo on the vocal cuz it's

Brought as to you by the bros
you got the feebles of the plain
yo mean your\'n
My conclusion dazed illusion
take a trip to the nut
with my pops leanin\'

wheels up; foreign automatic
Pin my clutch, test my luck; weaving outta traffic
It's too much and I know it got you turned out
I know that it broke you but

In pieces, how I leave a rapper fore I sweep him
Treachery from the most high
Lay the vocals and blow by
So fly, steel toes
Stepping on yo hoe spine

to chase my dreams I got scarred from it, The military taught me how to survive, it taught me discipline, integrity, about honor and pride, Being homeless in

sense of confidence and from school talent shows, the flows seem promising, shell toes match the shell suits by Adidas, dealers doing dirty work, usually

and I can't make up the test
By the time my girl figure out which makeup is best
I've questioned my existence, tried to meditate it to rest

Yeah
I

thinks you can 
Take my integrity for a couple bags, think twice
I make grime and I get paid
I'm nice
In a rave, get a lemonade and ice
I thought by

Yeah
(Come in)

Names that you know me by, praise to the holy high
Shit been a lonely ride, all I do is only try
Weed is my only high, magazine

ego to rest 
I like to put the volumes of my vocals to the test
With all the air in my chest I will be reppin the conscious west
To spread my spirit is

stripes on sweaters
Tazmission gonna choke you out
Tapping and crying
The American Dream I'm a Fiend like Bray Wyatt
Bars and vocals I'm local go and learn

the world's on fire
"Wishing well" they say but is not you, they think about when fulfilling their desires
You can tell by the flames on their pants, is obvious

Trilogy of Terror

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Road to the Riches

1989

Lyrics blast out or leave it will cast out
Fast and at last all rappers passed out
Wax the vocal tracks all out like whistles
Clear like crystals, loud

me
I'm by myself all alone and nearly
On the verge of breaking down
Like every single track and this very instrumental that was meant to make

is not a test, it's difficulty

Picture closely, the ignorant mostly

Blind, deaf, dumb, your mind left numb

Lost soul who failed to hear the roll

To match my energy
I test his bitch out she might Match my chemistry
Her walls Niagara Falls and her Head is interesting
But I ain't here for nobody Dignity

Breaking through the ice he's a super man
His enemies in shame
Waste no time in suiting up
He's out to test his game

Feral eyes
Shining blades
Micah

my Focusrite with a larger diaphragm
Initial test favors it being my main vocal mic
Square feet of ribbed and pyramided steepled foam are hanging from

Funky Sounds

Tizone, Lil' Bud

Don't Be a Menace to South Central While You're Drinking Your Juice in the Hood

1996

captivated by the funky sounds

Now back up back up 'cause this shorty here's not loco
'Cause I be's the one with them hellafied vocals
The kids from New

Get Ya

Twista

Legit Ballin'

1999

drop man
Let em test the skills of us niggas that's triggerly inclined

Dump off on the rocks and Monica red link
While blocks young guns on the grind

I want a 4 by 4 for the whip
Bad b girl for my chick
Brown hair peng and thick
Nike how she curve like a tick

I want a business there for my lady