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shoot
Birds of a feather these things Flock together
These bullets travel together
Just like a UberPool
Streets like squid games fuck round and die making

to the titty
Feeling washed by the city detire
Swine turn to prison food for desire
To watch field niggas spoil and expire die by whip
Death or dept

action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action

Unbound from those binds, and moved through those vines
It seems, lately I've been flooded by dreams
I survived test one, at the end of my teens
Story only

boy's goin' left on niggas
And them hoes too it's me
That nigga who ain't never got caught
My mic is wounded
I'ma test it with a touch of salt
Keep a book

croosh
 L'a haut Plash au pied 
  Peeeee Rolle test boulles 
   Manche d'la rache 
    The handsome King prevails
   over boom sing bird head 
  Crache tes

John John Da Don
What's your puppies name? Jean
Claude The Dog?
Pat Stay, I tell these cats straight
You got the most mix matched face
Chipmunk

the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got

on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip

Mi deadly like Leonidas , Cersie 
poison Pon a Hershey's
Klay Thompson Widdi shot yo sumaddy call Sir P
Deadliest thoughts designed with no mercy

was a test
When he pouring up on the tech
Didn’t get to live it yet

Told my mom
I won’t fucking die
Till I’m 25
And he crashed
In the fucking night

The Dance

El-P

The End of the Beginning

2003

for fun
Wanna talk that ill shit sayin how you kill shit
Bullets still in ya gun
Koolaid in ya veins so now you gotta change clothes
'cause you pissed

Family Reunion

Portishead

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

holmes I'm back on my shit
I don't mangle I'm like Pringles stackin my chips
Clappin' my fifth you the test me types
Comin' out wit a blade and get

the church say, "Amen"
Let this urge every man
From the curb to the pen
From a bird to a ten
'Til bullets burn through your skin
To a hearse from a Benz

making
Baking soda by the bacon I'm cooking, mix and whip it
? Like syrup dripping, call Willie Randolph flipping
I'm, pimping, I ain't tripping bout you

on like ya 3rd"
"You up in so high you think you a bird?"
Shut up bitch I did this so we work
It's just me, money and problems
Leave by myself never look

The Dance

El-P

Collecting the Kid

2004

for fun
Wanna talk that ill shit sayin how you kill shit
Bullets still in ya gun
Koolaid in ya veins so now you gotta change clothes
'cause you pissed

Family Reunion

Hitchcock

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

holmes I'm back on my shit
I don't mangle I'm like Pringles stackin my chips
Clappin' my fifth you the test me types
Comin' out wit a blade and get

is nothin'
Test me ya death'll be an NFT, this digital hustlin'
Who number one ain't no difficult judgement
Bar fest, bitch, we the gods in

thing
Thought I already told ain't no broad day thing
End of the discussion ain't no all day thing
If you mix like that then you won't like me yea
Imma

thoughts I just can't resist
I'm not impressed by your favorite rappers bars
Money clothes hoes and flashy ass cars
Promise you not hot as you think you are

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

(Not from earth)
You can't come around, these bullets get dispersed
Put him in dirt
Dig him up to beat his ass again 'cause he a bird
Swear to God that

Deadly

Flesh-N-Bone

5th Dog Let Loose [Clean]

2000

a**
N**** that'll split ya, come test my size
Ready for the end, you gon' realize my enterprise
Oh, somebody caught you by surprise
Leavin' 'em