i took trips with so much shit in the whip / that if the cops pulled us over the dogs would get sick (sniff). & reloads / like god gave him a gta ammunition cheat-code -once upon a time i used to grind all night / with dat coke residue that was ipod white. I'm ahead of the game, ahead of these lames / I'm a head case, the head nurse gets me better with brain -ure now dealin with da kid who heat-holds With your head still attatched to it -slap your face till your head ache your neck break / the next day Watch me prove it / i'll snatch your crown On telievision -i'm da illest nigga alive
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the chemicals R identical, we're one & the same / with 7 letters in all 3 of my government names / walked on water, nah, neither did jesus / its a parable to make followers & readers believers-i gave her my honorable discharge & she took it like a soldier-what's a black beetle anyway, a fuckin roach-she told the director she tryna get in a school-he said "take them glasses off and get in the pool"-what ya'll call swag to me is faggotry-my outfit so disrespectful / u go 'head n sneeze let my presence bless u-its quite amazing that u rhyme like u do / & how u shine like u grew up in a shrine in peru-its hard fuckin with niggaz u hope u can trust / ure a fool if ure main bitch is easy to fuck-beyond the walls of intelligence life is divine / i think of crime when im in a new york state of mind -THE WAY SOME ACT IN RAP IS KINDA WACK / IT LACKS CREATIVITY & INTELLIGENCE / BUT THEY DON'T CARE BECAUSE THEIR COMPANY IS SELLING IT / ITS MY PHILOSOPHY ON THE INDUSTRY-From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine-know how to leave anything in 30 seconds / when you feel the heat coming & flee with the murder weapon-ayo my silent moments' loud as the crack of thunder / my hunger like the crocodile that attacked the hunter-i'm something between platinum & flop, underground & mainstream / conscious, backpack, scratch dat same thing-this phiscal year im'a stay hot, buzzin / wit dudes that help me shoot like a-rod's cousin-i fight chicks who bite dicks / give 'em lock-jaw then make 'em fight pits -all we see is terrorism Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
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