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and Choppas
I was raised by some wolves yeah I come from the back
They call me Omertà the Slatt
Glizzy black in my jack that's a fact
They like Omertà you back?

the head now
Treason with genocide
Biden next to lay down
Venellepe
Sugar rush me tank me nah go slow down
Duppy a chase a krakka like hound until it's sun

the pain
Hannah, get your head out of the sand
Don’t you know the rest is in your hands?
And it’s a long way down
For all the lost souls that never get found

Losing my friends I'm surrounded by self-doubt
Closing away
I can't keep my plate down
Another bad day
Wanna hang myself now
Ignoring all my friends
It's

the best times
Going the whole day
Without a damn thing on your mind
Feeling lost in space
First place in a race
Don't wanna slow down my pace
I'm sliding

Got my opps nuts roasting on an open flame
Call me jack frost, snipping off your nose and face
When you cross the MM it's how your Christmas goes

Educating Archie

Van Morrison

Born to Sing: No Plan B

2012

of his rights

Tell you up is down and wrong is right
Nothing to hang your hat on, can't even get uptight

You're controlled by the media
Everything

jack
This where my heart at, uh
Fell in love with carbon, uh

I don't like nothing
So the racks by my pocket lil' puffy
No, she don't say nothing

the eyes and be truthful
Don't let your thoughts tear you down and abuse you
I promise i love you
If you tell me you love me
And i say that i don't want

White Man'z World

2Pac

The 7 Day Theory

1996

"You go bustin' your fist against a stone wall, 
 you're not usin' your brain. That's what the white man wants you to do.
 Look at you! What makes

your jewels
Cut your grass, clean your pool
I dont wanna hang around when its time to go
In like jack, out like stereo
And Im on down the road

I'm Straight

Lil Baby

Harder Than Ever

2018

damn mouth
Walk down on them broad daylight, it ain't no funny, no drive-by
I'm cool on the love and the high-fives
You niggas can't keep up with my

50 Bars

50 Cent

Guess Who's Back?

2002

the type you shoot dice with and win dawg
Unless you want to get your ass laid out in Gilmore
He had some soldiers, 'mind me Troy and E-Bags
When they

I'm associated with Some heavy hitters
Do a nigga down bad for da birds he tasting bitter
I'm a type of nigga well respected and he go by Mr.
type

will tell you the deal
You gotta go by what your heart feel
'Cause if you don't you'll be misled
By stupid little things put inside your head

it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record labels been tryin' to get the bacon
By makin' a brother into somethin' he is not and
You're

On the pavement
And torture chambers down in the basement
Cobwebs hangin' over your head
And music bein' played by the Grateful Dead
And spinnin' on the turntables

I hit him in his head Look, I ain't Jackie, I niggas don't roll
Took some time up, cause I just got off parole Look, bad bitch, she'll wipe your nose

your man don't like it when you come around me
And when you hang around me yeah
Next time you see him
Tell him I say hi
It's like the world go slow when

kick without a dojo, D-12 slow flow
Shoot down your mother ship and pimp slap mojo
No pro wanna go knuckle blades with renegade
Nigga tried to go pop,

your mumble rap/
Once that little hype you got dies down, there ain't no comin' back/
It's a fact I've been doin' me and that ain't gon' ever change/

her-
Don't give a fuck, that was just us (hoo)
2017 when I walked in the foyer
And the first thing I said when I first got done by the Jacks
"Go talk

see you in a 1976 Camaro
Me and you, sipping whiskey, getting drunker than Jack Sparrow
Is Black Sabbath, how you get mellow huh
Well put your feet

Jack, to conive a two fist
Blam to your chin Blam! to your soul
Now tell me who the player with the biggest balls
Rhymes hittin' like planet Rio, press