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lyricist with no remdy
I've been itching to kill these rappers with lyrics all day
Going ham on the track like I got swine DNA
I dare you to test me boy I'm

only knew

If you only knew
I write songs about you
And the lyrics all reveal
I imagine us
Chillin' out and stuff
When I close my eyes it seems real

open, I swan dive in it
I live my lyrics, all facts, no fiction
If the shit get written, then you know I did it
Sip Act' by the ounce when the Tech go

in my room flying paper planes
Always watching out my window used to love it when it rain

But now I'm here writing lyrics all the times I used

Where the Story Ends

Blazin' Squad

In the Beginning

2002

danger
Do you ever really think that it will stop
All the muggings and the bullies and weapons I think not

I can sit and write lyrics all day
But my

don't listen to no lyric 
All they care about is Image 
Bunch of fucking gimmicks
I ain't tryin to Fit In cause my Limit got no  Celing 
Bitch I'm da

mine? Dime

Now let me tell you one thing about me
Got this bitch, now I'm feeling all free
Riding first class, now you all see
Spitting all these lyrics

of flow and the lyrics too
They all say I'm a misfit uh
Hear shots fired, always missing uh
Dropping fire on my king shit uh
Young chero is nowhere in sight

me in my swag, they gon' try to steal it
Make a hundred bands when I write a lyric
Love to all my fans, shoutout to my critics

to say shit.
 i dont give a fuck about youur bitch 
eat it
i dont give a fuck about you rich
i dont give a fuck
i dont give a fuck abouuut youu 
 


all

Go for Yours

Boot Camp Clik

For the People

1997

[Chorus: D. Real]
It be the B.T.J's, wit lyrics for all
We be on point wit the joints, 'cause we takin no fall
So I'mma go for mine (so son, go for

me about it
But my lyrics are all made up (you're gonna like them)

Cool kids, cool kids
Cool kids, we are cool kids
Cool kids, cool kids
Cool

the bin
I then asked the woman
Behind the counter about it
And she said "well
It happens that I'm neighbors with Anna
(member of the Raincoats) and she

conscience
Its every lyric is prominent

(I feel it)

Just another cold morning in Paris, I know 
I wish I was takin' you home
And I ain't taking

a Russian bottle and finish it, then deliver some
Nasty lyrics to all of your bastard children
Have the audacity to ask for permission
Man, y'all should

write any lyrics at all
So just think about that next time you shop till you fall
Money talks to me now
Making me just feel down
Think about the stress

the fuck do you even need a mic
When a persona can be generated on the fly
From fake as fuck looks to lyrics, it's all AI
I never thought people would bang

like it you see
I know you wanting more
You want more of me
Every single lyric
And all of the beats
Know they come together
Come together for me
Into

sock it
Haters comin' saying I'm fake
Fake lyrics, fake flows, fake stakes
But keep feeding me fuckers
Cuz that shit just make me more great
All my

Fly Trouble

Hank Williams, Jr.

Luke the Drifter, Jr.

1969

(all lyrics are spoken except 4 the chorus an buzz buzz buzz)
(it`s spoken but the words are said with a hint of beatto them, know what I mean?)

on the way to the studio
Thinking about my mistakes that no one knows
But that's how the story goes
I thought that it'd all be
Smooth
Like butter
Cool
No

about a Rhubarb pie
Then just segue into sex ok
Not a day goes by my mind on music hit play
Then hit the pad, 8 a hand, paradiddadiddle
Say it
Mouthful

wanna hear it
Look at you shinin and girl look at you glisten
Yeah yo name Lyric we all wanna listen
Im bout to pull up and mother fuckin listen
This

nigga
Feel like I'm Santa cause you know I'm finna slay niggas
My lyrics lethal
All I'm tryna do is feed my people
Life is like a scary movie, I just