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(Lame)
Pack of Backwoods pearls, shit
They look like Blacks (Phew)
Said that he had 'thrax
Opened the pack and it looked like cap
(Phew, phew)

Five

he the plug and he got everything
I heard he trickin' on a bitch, he give her everything
That nigga just a rapper, fat Black bastard
Bitch ass

I'm from that Dope Era
Niggas getting bodied for jackets, that starter coat era
Palms itching for that green, Glock, 9's in the sweater
Cause them young

the audience
Of the people and they said

Yo my present self still looking for shit
That my past self feeling old
And my future self is iconic
As musical formats

embracing my weaknesses
Like I'm wearing a brace
Ironically that's what make me breakaway
Like a breakage of the bone in the body
I need time to heal
Gotta

nigga
That's the plan know I rock out the show
Then I talk to the fans
Walk in that bank and deposit the bands
All black how we movin', bitch
Movin' that

me free)
I done asked God one too many times for forgiveness
Fuck it, the black coupe is tinted
I'm pushing past 65 on Old Chatham Road
By where

hommies
My quotes been filling lobbies from provisioning bodies
I'm broke but it's a hobby to know you're pen's a problem
And so I kill all novices, don't

hommies
My quotes been filling lobbies from provisioning bodies
I'm broke but it's a hobby to know you're pen's a problem
And so I kill all novices, don't

cock knot
I'm a get ya hot cock glock nigga in a knot
Strong as that hen on the rock 
Hit ya flesh with lead you down with the best dog
'cause none of my

catholic probably why I'm in my shoes
9-5 not 90 coupes 12 bucks under kidds rule
9m on my bedpost AR by the bed door
Shawn X this black war looked sweet get

I'm feelin' twin
You know smoke gon' show up, with some throwbacks, tryna match again
I know people gon' rock out when it's time, they know I'm callin'

to cry
Big and capable minds are hard to come by
I look at elections and think it's wack
Do not try to play me just cause I'm black
Whole damn world sees

Seasons

Freshchest Affiliates

Head Nod Supremacy

a turkey shoot
No respect for the pilgrims who paved the way so you could rock that
Just pop crap and Plymouth Rock-Rap
Beyond gimmicks and fake plastic

horse tranq'
Had the feens leanin' near the store blank
Wiggin' like the Warden off a Shawshank
Crack rock in black tops, stink chick in the alley

Sometime Faces

Buddha Monk

The Prophecy Revisted: The Alternate Masters

2006

[Buddha Monk]
Here's an innocent bystander, shot while out, random
By this kid named Ty who received his first handgun
Bobby's hot from two shots that

bitch love me so much
She even let me fuck her friend

N we stand on shit,

N if I said it once
I won't say that shit again

N I'm slidin all black nigga

on the lake. We give our hearts to those who break it, I guess we're loving by mistake. And I know that's it hurting you because it's hurting me knowing that we

that wasnt even the question
That was like the geographical side
See I took that like geographically
I mean Ill definitely my prediction was millions by

I think I know where all my problems come from (California)
I never really had the guts to look under that log
I need them all, all, all to love me

Disturbed):
With this pen, I’m surgical 
Slicing and dicing any instrumental
Dissecting colonizers’
Fallacies, freeing Black bodies from white supremacy 
Ain’t

laughs as you eternally rot
Young Baloff with the burgundy snot
You get surgically shot
Drive-by you in a cloud of that purpley pot
Can you see with your

I hit the weed and I'm soaring
Pack came from fifth it be roaring
Four woods got me snoring
College didn't feel that important
I could've tried but I

speak it by experience, that's not a favor

Don't let the spirit of confusion strike you on your navel
Don't be misled by angel numbers or the father name