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everything
And not knowing anything, i swear
The studio's full time, albums by noon time
Told my family we'd get in due time, ain't have to do time
Once you

In the beginning was The Word and The Word was with God 
Then He came to me and said ni--a get on your job 
You gots to write your way out (no

to walk up, to me Sab and slap us
If I'm not in a flag ship, being jocked by bad chicks
Wearin' gucci bag clips you can give me a ass kick
Sir Daily I stunt

she a fan
Catch me if you can, it's the gingerbread man
You already know by the album, see the movie, read the book
It's God Level

Billy Goat
It's J.

yeah album is done
Got this shit on lock, I’m jamming with squad
Going to the top, you know we never pause
You be going up the ladder
Step by step
We be

none with this smasher grand master counterattacking you faster with a katana I’m a slasher street fighter with a blackbelt my crane kick you felt dealt

380 on Dat Ass

Spice 1

Hits, Vol. 2: Ganked & Gaffled

2001

shit on your new album or what? 

Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half

Man don't you

I'm one of the deadliest kids, leaving the lead as a hot cig
Knock you on your ass like a heavy kick
Time for recess, press reset
Hold your breath

the thousands, rhymes for hours 
I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album 
Kickboxer, beatin the shit out niggas proper 
I beat 'em till they holler,

backstage
One good low kick is makin' your legs break (yeah)
Goin' to the medics the next day
You gettin' penetrated by the X-ray, Kardashian's sex tape

hopping out the Regal
Bro we finna chop it up, kick it like Steven Seagal
They knocking at the door been lookin out of the peep hole
Respect and autonomy I

Hatin' niggas be the ones out here congratulatin' (yessir)
I don't know who you are (no), beef ain't nothin' to moi (no)
Niggas be delusional, thinking

them to rewind this
I see you struggling lil nigga fuck it keep on fighting
(Aye check me out)
They'll see you on Monday
Claim to know you by Tuesday

and it sittin' by my cock
Got to hit my tippy toes
Got to let the hippies know
I'm sellin' gas for less than 30, you can also get the rock
She wan' come up

hard to prove

I ask myself what we 'bout to do
I'm with dawgs heading out so let me ask is you coming too?
If you with me there is no excuse
I'll play

it to the charts
A kick start to selling albums like a la carte
Fall short, you just another rapper
Fall short, you just another rapper
Call you

Is that the time
Get out my place
Right now
I need my time
Pretty face
But you've got
Nothing inside yeah
I know you hear this
All the time
But I'm not

lungs eat a beat exhale the flames
Since I dropped DAFT nothing else has been the same
But I maintain, kick game, new name
Call me Mr. Rodgers whooping

My Own Parade

Mayday!

¡Mursday!

2014

of senoritas
Sweet enough to ease the pain
Cause you know we gon' slay
You need a ticket just to kick it, with the sickness
I be sippin', stickin' meter

a hoe
Said do I love her
No
Just wanna hit the bitch once
Kick the bitch out the door
Tell the hoe eat the dick
Then that bitch gotta go
She said she

again
I let the first one slide shit because maybe we friends
By the second time I knew you wasn't able to win
FIOCATI had that plan, but let us go with

we're riding them out
Santa Cruz style, no need to lie about
If you're trying to kick it so come through I'm with it
I got that type of shit it's like my

the guys instruments got us bumping to it
I got it
You got it
Feenin for the top I'm about it
Album number two
Still vibing
Carl comin' through fuck it up

pound
Put up a good fight when u got a crowd
Got my fix, no one but nappa know how
Kill it to the shoulder pad
Fasion goes out, the fastest slow down
Im