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the membrane
Just like Cypress Hill

Listen up, S-O-N got N-E W lyrics for D-E-M
Get bun, get B-U-N get nothing, get N-U-N
I'm a D-A-N when it comes to the P-E-N

you're looking at a captain
Jump aboard you won't sink
25 should have got a Porsche no tints
Rolled by and I sold Nines in the mist
Got Mo stacks turned 18

stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?

(With

Need^Les
Lyrics by © Graham Hull 2023

1st magic needle go and get it everyone
2nd magic needle gets that green tick on your phone
3rd magic needle

Sorry if I'm so cocky
Roman The Writer is advanced
Writing lyrics while I run on tears, sweat, and blood
And you call yourself a rapper by chance?
Like

Ole sing
Ole dance bi Micheal Jackson
Oni rhymes
Oni lyrics
Ole twist bi maka nice
Won ni e wo omo werey to ukorin bi elewele
Ogo 5g 6g 7g
Ogo ti o shey

Dr Mr...
I’m messing wit ya
Since day 1
I’ve been listening
Wit my ears
I’ve been...
Dr Mr...
I could tell you every lyric
Lyric by lyric
Yo lyrics

Big Up

Defari

The Next Chapter: Strictly Underground

1995

they're complex 
I'll tie a duck MC up and pour acid down his lyranex 
Chased by Him because his was his beginning 
Federal Bureau couldn't even figure

I'm tryna be the best so I'm testing my limits
While perfecting my lyrics by connecting with spirits
Letting you hear it cos I'm trapped at the minute

awl gowa l nascar
Babe mashya gamby fa
By5afo ylma7oha
7ebb l la2ta w doo2 ya
7ebbaha aykoona
7ebbaha ostoora
7ebbaha matroosa
7ebbaha madroosa
7ebbaha

yells, lyrics'll excel
Rappers gettin' smoked
You can smell the hot shells
Your style is fake, snake, well dramatized
You might as well be a
Singer but

happened to that boy
The best adjective to describe you is a toy
You got flimsy lyrics half the time it don’t rhyme
And your beats are wack son you’ll never

tease
I'm thinking bout my lyrics when I write 'em
I don't even try and hide it
Abiding by all the rhyming
That points to you and me
A joint is all I need

don’t sleep


V1

I am not into this shit
I’ve been depressed since I had my daughter, but I ain’t gone trip, I ain’t gone trip
Niggaz be saying that they

I get a O
And the V
The we we end it with the E
Love

In the refrigerator ain't no grub
Fake pounds man no real hugs
Where it went
If you don't stand

ek bar 5 nai
No role models
That's what Cole taught me
No role models
Need a real one to see
My 6
While i hit a full toss full speed
Do it like this

five)
Yo, B
What's up, son?
I ain't know if you want to shoot a music video
You know, get some shots in today, B
Hit me back, B
I'll be here all day, son

boys live
A nick for Abraham Lincoln give me a high five
Niggas with no storage gon flip the channel man
I got them green and them orange Alexander

223 shells out the G, got drank got lean promethazine
I don't fuck with none of these rappers cause their lyrics they been hella week
I cut these

Looking Over a City

Latyrx

Quannum Spectrum

1999

by parents
At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed
Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly
Up in between the lies,

on, keep on pushing

Look
What's your motive?
What's your motive in making these lyrics?
Are you trying to touch the people as soon as they hear it?
See

Regardless where I was; either Young or DePaul
Son sure was raw
Son's words would draw
Visions in your mind of design so pure
Metaphors, battle lines, stories,

Uh oh! He'd slow mo blow your d*ck, and a gasket! 
Sucks how he's a flat out ba**ard
I rapped hard a** lyrics for this dipsh*t of a prez

His sons may

down
And I lost my crown
It was broken on the ground
I didn't know how to find it
Cause' I'm blinded by the images I see it's not healthy
I just don't