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Yeah
Let's kill 'em Krinny
Let's kill 'em Krinny
Let's get it
(L-let's go)
X, all the money, yeah

Opp shit (opp shit) pop shit (pop shit)

the ladder, but slowly, we crash

Nose-diving to the bottom 'til we die
Outlined in the broken pieces by design
Breaks and Chips, a Crack, and all. I see so

Hopping in the whip and we going fast, gotta get a band and ill make it fast
Gonna do the dash, think I'm gonna crash
Wanna love me it will not last

take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this

they're living it
I just sit and smile and pretend that I give a shit

Live, learn, crash and burn, swallow your bile
All in, play to win, call of the wild

Please don't go
Please don't go
I'll be right here if you need some hope
You know we stay ten toes down
But you've kinda gone ghost now
Kinda

Scope broke so I'm spinning again
Again and Again and Again
Hit em up now we aim for the friend
Hit her up yea she bringing her twin
Go slide go ten by

my heart beat fast
I want this to last
Need you by my side

'Cause every time we touch
I feel the static
And every time we kiss
I reach for

Got a habit
Automatic causin' static
Outa grab a dotted pad for my autograph, bitch
I spotted daps and rotten laughs
Thought it mad, then caught a grasp

to beginnings
Bound by the stars
And new endless days
While you were my world
The planets erase
But now that you're gone
I find myself proud and complacent
'Cause

There were times I admired
Sleight of hand
Lack of holiness
I was bare like a broken road
I was held by his broken eyes

And he said please don't you

broccoli 

i don’t got time 
for the hypocrisy 

don’t hit my line
if u ain’t coppin shit 

i try to b on time 
time fly by
time irrelevant 
whenever 
i get

cold screams, happening
Reoccurring rappers wanna perform, they need insurance

My cyclone poem, fix the roof of the Superdome
You crash your plane

New York, New York

Grandmaster Flash

The Best of Sugar Hill Records

1998

But I'm down by law and I know my way around

Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha) 
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!

A castle

on choking out on that cock
You like it or not, its everlasting - ain't 'Bouta stop

[Hook: Lil' Wyte - repeat 8X]
We 'Bouta Crash Da Club - throw some chairs

messages, we've sent enough
And tell me what's the deal is, where you ending up?
The offers on the table, hope you sign by the X
And accept, cause we been

Still mix the Balmain with the Armani
Guido, bitch I'm rocking Italian
Glock 10, white beam, Stefani
I'm from Baltimore so I'm shining
Rather crash

go by the code

And if you is opposite
I know you fold
Like clean clothes
You ain't 10 toes
Can't walk a mile in my custom soles
I don't trust lames
I

(Nah nah)
They want me to crash so I'm tryna crash
My family and lawyer want me to be free (Skrt)
Collect calls to my manager
I'm screamin' "These niggas

with a couple of blades
Then try to hit you with a punch in the face
Got me running in place
I make moves really none of em safe
Skate 9 10th time is

to feel just fine

I ain't comin' down till they crash this bitch
I might end up with cuffs on my wrist
Feelin' like a storm, a dreadle in his lightning

the past
I ride by myself put the pedal all way to the floor only way I'ma stop if I crash
I'm married to money I never would go and put a bitch on top

I'm rising through the static... pushed up by an unseen force through a web of static.  The pixels brush aside easily as I go higher; foam blocks

with the muscling
But if you try it then I gotta get the muscling
Just call me static I ain't going by my government
The millions hit me said we about