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Yo, I'm here to drop some lines, ignite a fire, and spit and truth and wisdom
Never gonna tire, from the streets to the beats, I'm the lyrical squire

All my sins made me black hearted
Lost ones made me black hearted
All these drugs made me black hearted
I was raised by the wolves so I put my pack

Step by step the longest march
Can be won (can be won)
Many stones to form an arch
Singly none (singly none)
And by union what we will
Can be

the yard, the pack was stashed in my long johns 
Say something, the Kay don't graze nothing
Homie got trapped by the feds 
 I hope he don't say nothing

Dr. Octagon

Dr. Octagon

Dr. Octagonecologyst

like this could even make the devil commit suicide 
hung from a tree on Johannesburg with no parachute 
Big-Bigfoot captured by UFO's 
Haloes were

Vaccine passports
I'm still steppin'
Haven't wore a mask in 8 months, I'm still flexin' (Flexin' on the Gang!)
Masked up out here lookin' crazy
Masked up

E, Esco, Edicius
You know we killin' shit, godly, omnipotent
Bitch, 1-8-7 to my innocence
In a minute, he gon' throw a hissy fit, the hair trigger flip

doing 5 to 10.
They made viruses to attack our skin,
We wearing masks daily, while they let shit in.
It’s a genocide, and black folks are the offering.

time'll show if the mask fit
Goal's to be dope from to the crib to the casket
Tisket a-tasket, I'll piss in ya basket
Of dreams bout amassing the blings

and she play the rules by my game 
When i hit her deep off in her guts she's calling my name 
She top me off riding in the foreign in the fast lane

tall I was MJG with that 8 ball
A living legend I play them
Keys with like Ray Charles
You can't copy the style, or even trace off
They want a Pusha

with authority
Because the niggers on the street is a majority
A gang - that's wit whoever i'm steppin'
And a motherfuckin' weapon is kept in
A stand-by

the cake need the guap by the g’s
Gimme face make her drop to her knees
Think you fake yeah you not what you seem
No escaping the don you can’t flee
They

Real Steppa Shit
Give What Belongs To Caesar To Caesar An Eye For An Eye
Live By The Gun Die By The Gun I Know A Couple Niggas
Thugging Till Thy

One day
We’ll realize this was all a bad dream
I Can’t wait
A butterfly can’t flutter by I'm burning off its wings
I wonder why I stutter by can’t

Percolate through the system
No mask laughing gas in the ventilation
Massive hysterical media situation
You would think a pterodactyl escaped

our life, nigga (drop his ass)

I just had a son, I just had a cub (my baby)
What's even better is he by somebody that I love (my baby)
My real

Drako:
I was so far on the bottom (bottom)
N*gga couldn't even see the top (top)
Now I'm so mutha fuck'n up (up)
I'm afraid to fuck'n drop (drop woo

yet? (Huh?)
You and y'all lil' niggas still lame I stand by that
They call me Diizii but not 'cause they think I spun on some'
They call me Diizii 'cause

pull to your set we a 100 deep  you ain't safe cuz you on the beach 
Classified communications so we talk in codes 
First one at the dock when poppy drop

And slaughter them, both daughters and them brothers
Winter killer air
Deep down where the only thing that you can hear are cave water drops
Ain't bothered by you

Game Over

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
You better not play soft I’ll rip your face off

I grew up in a morgue
Surrounded by the bodies of long-dead tradition
Eyeless corpses of people full of hate and agony
Nose-blind was I
But return

Rise

Teedra Moses

Maybach Music Group Presents: Self Made, Vol. 1

2011

New hardtop 
Off the car lot 
Hit the gas tires smoke like cigar shops 
Make ya jaw drop 
Bought it off the narc cops 
Tax on the work we got them