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Seasons

Freshchest Affiliates

Head Nod Supremacy

and Illmatic beginnings
Them lemonade stands would make you street platinum
It was 2 Live.. Florida crews caught heat for rappin
But free speech pollination

was part of my rap’s material, 
My mama & nana gave me the best, they made me feel imperial, 
Kingly, heavenly, uplifted by two strong women, 
I watch

of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us

Darkness surrounds with

back home for buns
With my mum and her mates, watching re-runs

By day I sells draw with my mates you see
But at night I likes to watch romantic comedy
I

shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!

me feeling Rich Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man doing up bench
Cause they

pops and moms
Tell em Im a good kid
Catholic raised
Knowin i went to public school
And sweared and got blazed
Even weed when i got a whole two
And that

clothes the fucking curtains
Wanna buy mom a crib wherever she wanna live
So she don't ever get got to take nobody bullshit again
Trying to take her

firm, some are gonna dash.
Some of them boys just ain't ready for the clash.
When you don't see your life pass you by in a flash.
Cuz others wanna hate

Per second perfected to every pixel
Inflicts through damage to live to and die by
My, time flies
I don't mean to scare your perception
Or barbecue your

2 AM the beats played about a thousand times
My minds stuck on just doubting lines
To my surprise, I've just been compromised
The artist now lies

South Central Madness

South Central Cartel

South Central Madness

1992

and try to punk

'Cause I'm a hit you in the face with it
I got a posse of crews to serve blues if you fuck with it
Yo, the Prode'je spoke and choke

boys, I grew a bigger heart, huh
We don't do drive-bys
We walk em' down, nigga, so we can look em' in his eyes
It's one thing I can never forget about

mouth, why don't you tell my dick"
Man, I'm still that kid, this where real shit lives
Got the password to it, like I steal Netflix, mm
Michael Keaton

outside[00:33.81]Actin' up, actin' up[00:35.39]Cause people get jealous and wish you to die[00:37.15]Mask it up, mask it up[00:38.62]So I gotta be real when they stick by

[Intro: Reel]
Got the whole crew in this bitch, you feel me?
(Yuh)

[Verse 1: Reel]
Woke up this morning I told that big brodie gon run it up
I was

not surprised, My type of mind makes thunder sounds and lightning speed
Stop and see, Flow and stress
Ain't seen me, You ain't seen the best
Racing by

Yo, the voice of the announcer signing off
Salvador, a connoisseur, a hot monologue
Rachmaninoff, livin' life not by the law
And I'm a product

past 3
Some young fella's sittin' beside me
He lives down Santry
Won't stop talking ever since he met me
I wanna leave he won't let me
He's talking

Battle Cry

Jedi Mind Tricks

Army of the Pharaohs: The Torture Papers

Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine

Lay to rest and see the rhymes that can never speak
I would at least put you in a t-shirt, make you like R.I.P. and no rest in peace
Oh, two

and still we never turn the heat on.
prefer to put a beat on and warm up
by rapping and drinking and tapping minds thinking rhyming
couldn't get this good if

by the smoke
Uh uh
My memories
I'll never stop
Really really making these
Its just something I love
Uh
Two feet down
From the stress, you cant knock
If

Frontline

Kottonmouth Kings

Double Dose, Vol. 1: Hidden Stash/Og Dopeumentary

2009

lay back and let my mind start to trip
By me D-Loc, call me stoner of the crew
If your fuckin' with my stash then I'm fuckin' with you
Saint Dog's got