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sunkist I'm on mix
Wock and red
This a Glock 40 on me but it's a .9 in the head
It shoot both of 'em
I be havin' modified guns
Transform somethin',

man that depends (Depends)
Was it, when my parents called it quits and I was caught up in the mix? (Aye)
I couldn't understand the shit but I guess I

to a T tell me who have it, I be
Too under esteemed who I'ma be
One of the best with Immaculate steez
And I rap to the beat with an accuracy
Gotta master

dripping
And no I don't always just get phased by ladies with tattoos and tongue piercings 
Everytime we on a date 
I just be tryinna be great 
Blow a stack

'm gon' start
Trying to diss in a track man that won't get you far
Keep a stick by my side like I'm hittin' a par
Goin' easy on her in the bed while I spar

a mentor they couldn't know
I am the master done developed (oh.. grrrrr)
Bitches f*ck me with the lights on (oh)
Drive them crazy but no license (oh)
I wont

beer 
I ain't gone lie 
cll your songs just passing me by 
Straight into the dump 
Your stumped 
clso a chump 
I'm tired of rappers not trying 
I'm not

beat, I make it mine if I wish
I know you haters heated by my recent success
Just breathe and accept
They'll never be a reason to stress you anymore

are
Yeah you do, I'm the cook
Bullshit
You sure?
That's right, now, say my name
You're Heisenberg
You're goddamn right
Yeah
I was lost, it was broad

hemp, manippin' mind his wife
By the time he realize, I done flipped the bitch twice

Money to rinse, I sip lemonade and ice
Mix ice with the coke, and my

serious, I know you talk to them other niggas[00:27.53]Rather play stupid than let you play with my fuckin' feelings[00:30.36]Metzger do the beat swear it's

'm back with a purpose
Tracks you make by swag are just worthless
The rappers and preachers sitting in the traps like their churches
You only worship one

Lemonade
Orange juice & Bombay
Mix the light and the dark
I don’t never discriminate
I don’t never hesitate
Only pros i calculate
I’m getting money
That’s

the bando
Fight hard in the trench like I'm a rambo
Get tapped with the clip so we do the tango
Ain't on top, but we shoot for the fandom

Still chatting, you

Voices

Mystik Journeymen

Worldwide Underground

1999

Prop 187 do Mexicans 
Again and again, it's the Legends 
Lucky am I on wax, and on everyone's tape 
PSC the best friend of chorus 
The poorest excuse

rage, but I'm protected by what they can't see
Seen niggas lost in a haze
They couldn't manage, I won't dare repeat
Got to stay sharp like a blade
Keep

Yeah, Hahaha, you know how we giving it up
Oh, you thought this s*** was over
I'm here with my m********* Canadian rider Rap Master 1
I see you,

some parasites
Shoot for the stars cuz my nigga what's better
Make em scream and shout when you up there because you do it right
I had to switch gears

gas my nigga keep a pack
Can't get caught lacking up in these streets u betta keep a gat
CDT still rep that till i die cause i'm still cross the tracks

miniature golf
Representing emcees
I'm at the Masters
And you clowns on putting greens
Now I ain't mean but I
Can get that way if you want me to
(DaFu) What

I got a million ways to make money 
I stay out the mix n I'm stacking my shit 
She in her feelings she tell me she love me 
I couldn't do nothing but

I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting

Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down

bout everything except this track 
That I'm bodying
Music put me in cycles
Im alive again (Hello)
DO IT 4 1 that's my audience 
Weight room in prayer got

TO ALL AROUND THE WORLD 
I DO IT FOR THE LOVE OF  IT 
BECAUSE I GOT THE HANG OF IT
AND NOW I MASTER IT 
RUN THE TRACK MAN...
LET ME HEAR YOU RUN AGAIN GAIN