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KOQ's a killer
Creative and committed, spit like Sensei Splinter
Popeyes pen game
Niggas go insane
Lit like Lil Wayne
Cocky like Drake, with a flow like

an eighth of an eighth, it got me feeling wavy
I keep a Glock by my cock, in case the opps feel crazy
I'm out in Palisades, but I can't give too much away
I'm

the city?
Bro you killin' me
Young nigga with the mind of man so ain't no kid in me
Bro you got to be kiddin' me
You can tell this is my destiny by the way

I've been on the road
Dealing with my pain through the heat and the cold
Tryna get a deal from a Drake or a Cole
Ain't nobody coming to help me shove

of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear

Payback time!
Anytime...
Alright!

There was a fire fight
Operation by the CIA
With unknown intentions 

No sense, no trace, no luck
I can't find

Hurt Me Soul

Lupe Fiasco

Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor [5th Anniversary Edition]

2011

killers
Took me off they welfare, can't afford they health care
My teacher won't teach me, my master beats me
And it hurts me soul

I had a ghetto boy

killers you know that I'm busting
Talking bout racks ain't no talk or discussing
Blessing on blessing I feel like confessing
Hold up lets backtrack lets get

pin still pushin that pen
4 More to go, We screamin free twin
Uhh uhh uhh yea (yea)
I Know you just heard what i said
How you a killer but shoot

You fat motherfucka
Far Rock
CouldaBeenKiller
(You know)
You know who Double C is
Right next to some DDs
First off fuck Dru
And the shit he claim
Far

You know I'm Naughty by Nature by the way your mom shook
When I hit her with a Heavy D-Bo flex I'm wreck less
My next guess is you wreck less checks

should
You know I'm Naughty by Nature by the way your mom shook
When I hit her with a Heavy D-Bo flex I'm wreck less
My next guess is you wreck less checks

around killers
Threw a switch up on my Glock, blood pumping, tryna get up

Glock 19, in these Amiri denims
Heard we got some problems, then we pull up,

Bitch Smackin Killa

Project Pat

Murderers & Robbers

2000

wait until he leaves the house
Walkin' around his corner ride by and takin' him out
The box on the blocks police ride up on the scene
Witnesses saw

this shit up at leaders

CHORUS:
I want this shit forever feel like drake in 09
I built this shit by myself I ain't need no co sign
They was hating on my

Keep the paper rolling for the deads
If he tryna start, We aiming for heads
Get the click clack, Call the meds
I keep the Drake in my pocket
No

bodies two by two, ha
Time to head home, baby, what that sex 'bout? (Okay)
Have your head on, baby, lose that cell phone (Okay)
We fuck to fly, she let

don't want her, I'll smack her with a drake
Tie her body up, throw that bitch in a lake Now the bitches and the pussy niggas know
not to play I stay alive

The Sons Of Odin

Manowar

The Sons of Odin

2006

Here to the blaze
I wander
Through this black night
I ponder
The edge of our mighty swords
Did clash
Fallen by our axes
Helmets smashed

Switch on em
Chris cross apple sauce
Boy this drake don't brake shit fire hot sauce
Automatic with no safety make his brain bust
I was broke back

don’t fit in
You don’t know, then go figure
She want eight wheeler, eight figure nigga
Who could relate with her
Ape killer
Cover the face figure
With

Recognize Game

Spice 1

The Black Bossalini (a.k.a. Dr. Bomb from Da Bay)

1997

Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos 
"Never lose" my motto since birth 
Double up knots and crack spots 
Snitches lead out by

zone
Never bicker wit’ a nigga chillin’ on his frozone
Coldest nigga by the DNA
I’m bobby drake hoe
Big bad hopping out the window like a fool though
Who

Yeah, woo

We was in the trenches, tryna get it out the mud
Lookin' up to killers, tryna figure who I was
Sold the Richard Porter, I just wanna