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honing my skills like new abilities
Look up to the lord and ask what I'm meant to be
Graced By God on my neck now I'm next up in the scene
I used to lay

Bow to the Masta

Kool Keith

Celebrity Deathmatch

1999

wack, looking at my shoes in my videos

The back of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan
Like you inventing something new to the company

bangers
Cause bitches want to fuck a rapper
Gold diggers keep the golden wrapper
Repping South Cali like a Trojan
Use a magnum for the totem
Rubber grips by

by any means
I had to let 'em go first, 'cause I know I'm the king

Like to be heard but I hate to be seen
Hurt 'em 'til they leakin' burgundy

Dealing with a buffer when you're coming from the gutters
I'ma spit fire though wire of microphones
I'ma retire on piles of ice and gold
Bout to sit by

(Vice)
Yeah

I was made in gold, fall asleep inside my resume
Feelin' low, pop the ceiling, please don't hesitate
Peelin' off, chasin' racks,

never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I

From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

So tell me what you want to hear

a du rag
If somebody tell me ish I'll put my foot up they ass
I don't play it by the books play it by my own rules
I ain't sticking to the script imma do

album blow
Cosher sounding smooth
We gon make it snow
Cut from a different cloth
This ain't nothing low
Quality overdose

It's your heart of gold, that l

through
I can go back in time by digging through theses shelves

Another album slightly in the red
Still I know they'll carry on

It's surely tempting to go

Even Murphy had flaws

My rhymes pull triggers
My rounds explode 

Chasing the music 
Like my album went gold 
Chose to chase my dreams 
Watch it

Unfold

holding me by the neck and I'm stuck inna game
Attaching myself to the core of the rotten the rotten what I have become under names
I'm not really crazy I'm

I raise my consciousness by smoking cigarettes
And chewing Sour Patch Kids
I like to meditate on things I hate
My third chakra's amiss

But I got

Heard of Me

Plies

Da Realist [Clean]

2008

the new owner of these fuckin streets 
Go by da name of Plies have you heard of me?

[Verse 1:]
Kept it muthafuckin gutta from day one
Right now homie

in hazard lights

Oh I've been an asshole, a drunkard
A stupid motherfucker
Give me the gold medal for shame
Oh I've been foolish, and empty
The bad

Gods Pentagram
It's nothin' but love to N@Y, MacDeezy, Ethan Andrew, and of course my boy Cody
Yeah
Let me give 'em one more, I got shit to say
You

fucking on me
Louis on me
Prada on me
Bitches on me
Water my tee
She quitting on me
Like Snoop Dogg
She quitting the weed
Tryna get to the gold on my teeth

album on their shopping cart
And supposedly now everyone knows waste plan by heart
I gave everybody a fresh start
Cause remember in four people were mad

FROM THE LUCAN WOLF ALBUM - VAMPIRE NIGHTS
Copyright 2004 Lyrics and Music by Lucan Wolf

Eternity

Never turn away
When I need a touch of grace

Yeah... Bucks... In The Bucks We Trust

I keep on getting better by the day
I'm working gotta an album on the way
I'm thankful for the blessings that

of the Innovation yeah NYC we don't play.

Supersonic Im matrixing my ability

the curse of competence

Yeah man hunted by creativity. Welcome to the album yeah man

on the floor, yeah
Just like your blood
Prodigy, but still a man
Thirsty for some more
Romanian and unconventional to the core
Still no gold in my mouth, I'm

on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
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