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Friday

Fatal

In the Line of Fire

1998

of me,
The black clip`s burnin` me
The cat who act fraternity
The landscape`s redded,
Fuck it ya man said it
Ya shoulda never let it escape
We won`t

second wind? Change the rap, playa
Jump off one-man-gang, I'm back, playa
Look, what you want, want? Double click pump
Ride by slumped up off homie jump

Lunch Time Cypher

Hopsin

Knock Madness

2013

Yo man
Let's take this shit back to fuckin' high school lunch time cyphers
When mother fuckers was beat boxin'
And kickin' ill ass flows in

Wicked

Colla Destra

Operation Beatbox

1996

Now dis one dedicated to de man dem call MacGyver (bo!)
And all double-oh-seven James Bond man 'e from de area (gunshot, gunshot)
Maximum respect

Invented mixing hip-hop with dragons and folklore
Superbeast, I'm made of steel this dork is made of cork board
When I see these losers eye to eye, that's

out to my momma cause she really bust a misson
Had me when she young please momma tell me how you did it
Raised me by your self definition

stands
You got no moves she got new mans
That's a big mood I got new plans
Two drinks with me in Tony two hands
Two hands by my side
Headed to the club no

I'm a king. I'm a Lord
I'm a king. I'm a Lord - dominion sport
There're no days off - check fires on board 
Hot hot glass on the floor - TTFACOR -

We on the board hittin switches going off the hinges
Catch me in a room full of test tubes and syringes
Our minds long gone from experiments gone

mean
They let any man with abs run with the Team
Can barely push up yet you claim you a king
Nigga’s get hit now you lookin’ confused
Claim you raised by

ambulance!
Hey! Yo! Yo! Is he aight?
What the hell? Where the hell am I? This bright… this bright ass light!
He’s right here! Man! Hurry up! Hurry up! We ain’t

think hip hop is a board game Davis Scott
A true Em fan would know he had once chance not to blow 

Man shut up and hear me out 
Where's your mixtape

Sky's on fire is prolly the shit that ya'll been waiting for
Simpson go hop on it, go harder like it's back and forth
I know we those young niggas

a nigga making money with the music
So I had to come back on the beat on some G shit
If you didn't know by now
I'm something like a lyrical genius
Same hoes

Go on a trip man the flower is potent
I’ve just been livin I go through the motions
Got through the week so I’m sipping a potion
Make it through

Of the people I've met. The things I've got to do
By laying this rawness over heat like a barbeque
It's hard to view it all as either Karma or coincidence

Woke up on the street
Hop up on my feet
Sqwd just made a new beat now we in the studio
Recording
Planting a
Little seed
Watering
A money tree
Turning

Rufus Buck
Pistol by the waist
Coach city sole runners
With the matching socks
Walking down the path of greatness
Now I'm in the house
Like bruh man fifth

With My God up inside, it's like 10 of me
I got no fear for the enemy
I hop on the beat it's a felony
Die to myself like it's Rest In Peace
Some

But I'd take a break to chill and build with you
Pick a date board a flight I'll be chilling by the gate
Don't be late
Can't wait im elated
Just to get

in Japan, we don't know what they sayin'
I can take you out to Africa, Ghana, where my daddy from
Baddie with that ass come hop on board and be my

Quarantine so damn boring
These niggas so damn boring
These bitches so damn boring
I just woke up I'm snoring
She wanna hop on dick on board
I'm gonna be

I never left
I'm just I'm just I'm just
Me.

It's catastrophic the way they judging you by your pockets
You're out your noggin if you thinking that I

Uh
Big man tings I'm trynna step in
Uh no more hope bitch who's you testin
If u talk u gon kiss this Smith and Wesson
Put your shorty by my side