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I'm moving dumb
After this girl I think I'm done
Get past the feelings one by one
Messed up your boy a lot
Man I think I've had enough
Gotta be toxic

I'm living for the future, still i talk about my life not the things i lack
I'm one of a kind, every time that i rhyme, now that's real
The last

That was some September several bands by Christmas 
Fuck these niggas I'm just running laps 
Writing raps while I'm bussing traps 
Wish I was fucking

From your homies
If you owe me keep it
You need it more than me
You sow it then reep it
I can't afford to be
Wasting time with people
That want to act

Aymock
I got Stevie and Hickey in the stu
They never miss a hit
They make everything more lit
They'll show off their skills convince you
I'll tell

Turn up the music
Let's get out on the floor
I like to move it
Come and give me some more
Watch me getting physical
Out of control
There's people

Letter To Ouisch

La Coka Nostra

Masters of the Dark Arts

2012

like 250, too shifty
His name was Howie but on Rikers Island he was just

Time and time again as I pick up the pen
As my thoughts emerge these are

To double the profit
2018 I lost everything
But I got it right back
2019 got it times 3
And that shits no cap
Punch in when its night out
When I leave

I can't hang around the fragile baby
I'm a heartbreaker
Each time I get a call from her I'm like
What your mans do
Knew a shorty who was tryna run

on a track and then I come save the day
Yeah I preach like this shit said by Jeremiah
Quick on feet when they ask me who the fuck am I
The loudest laugher

Pressure will either break you or that shit will make you stronger
Seebas on the track
Baby Montaigne Instrumentals
Rap music has a place for

real)
Cause I got goals (Ain’t talking about grills)
On this mic tryna hone these skills 
With a full time job tryna pay these build
Grind for the baby

Ayy, ayy, call me Mr backdoor
I only kick it once
Ayy, I only beat your bitch that one time
She called me for months
Ayy, her baby daddy play, I up that

All My Shootin's Be Drive-Bys

MC Hawking

E = MC Hawking

over, I've got a job to do
And the world will be less crowded by the time I'm through
And I'll keep rolling while bullets slide
'cause all my shootin's

want these shackles free
My hands up officer
What more could you want from me?
Clear you just see red
Judgement clouded by jealousy
I'm tired of fucking

I'm home I can do
And really you can too, so I'm gone put my heart into blazing up tracks
I'm on a mission to bring HipHop back
Into a time when

to know your real name, see your real face
It became less about the lust and more about the love
I grew a gentle care for you and everything you touched
I

a heart attack
You blind, baby
Give your cataracts cataracts
Matter of fact, face it
I'm just not the norm more graphic than porn
I'm like eye witnessin'

I grab the mic like, “It is I, son!”
Cleverly rhyme, sever the ties when the time comes
And when tides roll and swell, I’ll be caught up in

of lunchboxes
Cocky kids on the court brandished jumpshots
I stayed silent like the h in honest
Profound every time I say a word, no Major Prophet
That was now

you put a nigga brains on the floor Floor floor
Then it's doctor doctor come quick quick quick
Had to close his face up nigga stitch by stitch
I was

buyer (How)
I could put you onto game
Let me run these plans by ya
Funny y'all tried to throw me under the track
Got rammed prior
But I'm an Aries baby

you is, huh?
Was not born stilly, na
Now don't be silly
When you walk by they yellin'
Free Willy!
Babies you killy
I'mma keep it real with you
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I'm More like the Moor that was sent from the Stars.
shinning so bright you can see from afar.
A profit that profits from spitten these bars.
you are