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me
And you not gang, not clique
Can't stand me - bitch sit
You brave for that fit
Can't wet it? Not drip
Kill the fucking disc jockey
If he playing

Well, lemme tell you bout Patsy Climb
She's the car I drive, gets me there on time
When I arrive and you hop inside
Well here, lemme tell ya what

a purloined lighter
Leave arteries flow choked like an In-N-Out drive-thru
Then evolve to resolve your clogged heart shocked by Raichu
Catch him blazing in

Catch a case
Pussy say he gon' spin, but no, you're not a disc
If that nigga tryna spend, alcohol can't help This man
Got to charge it to the game, hope

release party at a
Store in Austin, only about an hour's drive from San Anto
So with friend Shorty and Turtle in my mom's car, we buy two 18-packs and roll

wrong life's a biiatch and then you decide/
To do something about it/
shit'll only drive you crazy if you allow it/

Everyday I wake up late in

the nonsense that's pilin' up like they obstacles
Honestly through our opticals what we chewing's unpoppable
Pause? Oh no we don't do that here, papi, paralo

the rivers of Babylon
Wer the likkle baby lions dema drink a likkle water
In between her thighs
Wer all the fluid dema drive n ride n is sweeter
I licky

the brilliant minds
All around me it gave me the particular drive to step it up a level with my lyrics and apply em
At that time, me and Col me Darren clicked

(Duse makin' slaps trick) Oh shit

I just had to bleed the block
Stick on me leave a nigga bleedin' out
We drive whips that you niggas dream

The Vultures circle just to eat What the Serpents have missed
I swear people think that Making it in music's like Pulling up to maccies drive thru

not keeping up you better quicken your pace
Fellas to my left, and Rachel's on my right
We made it to Mammoth, but we had to drive all night
Nashville's

avoir dix-sept
Un MiniDisc, des Reebok Pump
La barbe et des rasoirs Gillette
Des Citroën BX et la
Voisine qui s'appelait Mauricette
Des paquets d'dix, des

Combat

Sunz of Man

Elements

2004

to kill, and strangle the demons, 'cause schemin on skills
My styles is disguised, nigga ply ya naked eye
I twist minds, insert through ya disc drives

slipped disc and fractured wrists
Who mastered this? Know what the answer is
Who's got bars that carve to
The heart of this?
Regardless, I blame SB for

Time Loop

It's King BISON
I watch the time clock tick tock
On my wrist watch and
I go my pace my stroll (maestro)
I'm on the grind giving disc jocks
Hip

to watch
It with cause it's on a floppy disc
You out your mind if you think you could
Leave someone like Arsonal or Goodz bodied
There ain't a person in King

his chest he
Lookin' like Red Fox
This will fuck up a disc
But not one that come out a Redbox
Shot him walkin' up the stairs, I shot son
The real