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sucks
No one likes you by the way
cnd if you have half a braincell you would've known that your bike is right where I left it so shut up man

Leon, cndre

empor
Zeige euch Flaschen, der King ist wie Thor
Würde man echt eure Tracks gerne hör'n
Doch Geld in der Tasche behindert mein Ohr
Bring gleich auf den

a rusted Mustang feeding in the yard of Silvia King 
I wondered at the nature of a man
As I raised some dust by Stephen Leon's land

Born to lead but bread

Rhysyree, Semi Sixteenz, TJ, Asthmattic
And I go by the name of DJ Paimon
I’m the king of this club shit
Shout out to Studio 16, okay
Drop it down throw it

Straight to the block, to the hood, to a spot
Cocaine to a rock, deuce deuce in a sock
Every dollar closer to a drop
Every drop is closer to a cop

Who murders tracks while merkin' brats
With stats that crack the dirt in half
Who lures and traps your surging rat
While turning that to thirty racks

the most
Only a matter of time
Soon we be coast to coast
Hatisi kuita zvekubiridzira
We be on that grind mode
Hatisi kumira, cause we on
We kings like Leon

U Can't Touch Me

Royce da 5'9"

Rock City [Version 2.0]

2002

the wall
Allow me to introduce myself
My name is Royce Five Nine
Sick Sick Emcee
Here to filter the game
To let clips empty
Track master sound now

make me risky, years and years that go by quickly
Pick up pace, it picks up swiftly, in this moment, veiled so thinly, so revealing
Count my lucky stars,

control 

You were hot, I was blindsided by your look
Never stopped to think I could be a random hook
When you kissed me on my lips, grabbed my hips closer

to sleep in
I need a California king for my trio to sleep in
When I look in your eyes I see shooting stars
The heavens blessed me with a closer look
Knowing

compliment the yellow gold
Slid me 10 digits for the telephone
Deleon, king of the jungle like El Leon
Yeah my belly grown cuz I'm doing better
We earned our

my prey right by the locks
Put that drip drip on the riff
Jimi Stylix play that licky lick in the click
Even if your six turned nine you'd still be

Ay, ay yo man, you already know who it is
Young $iward
They ain't ready for this one man
I made this track too
Yuh
And ay ay man don't confuse me

is ticking still the posse don't be clocking
Controllers of the track we take it closer to the point
Rock this funky joint (yeah)

Rock this funky

status, she calling me Kozuki Oden, cause I'm the head honcho
Cowgirl by my side, but this is no Mustang, we up in a double S Maro
Only talk to real niggas

with God
Killed my pride, picked up my cross
Cast my cares on the one true king
Peace of God inside when I speak my peace
And it ain’t all me only by His

By this time I know you got the memo/ streets on the fire flows presidential/ californias legendary but they missed one/ allow me to get closer to my

shit is infectious
It started at Two Twelve Leon
A street that my family used to be on, in a city that been flooded with frion
Meaning niggas been cold

look away
Can't let you be consumed by hate cause
(Wooooh)


Know the life we live is what it is
Trynna live without a fear
Until we're closer to the end

King
Aye
Aye
My ego's been embracing all the changes I've been making
While the pages I've been filling are reflecting the new stages
Receiving

Making other pirates' flows sound
Like Speak and Spell
And I'm Bangarang, Captain Hook
Top chap in my whole pack of crooks
The chapter book king backed by

is ticking still the posse don't be clocking
Controllers of the track we take it closer to the point
Rock this funky joint (yeah)

Mmh, we're

How can I care for the stats when there ain't no impact in my clap
And how can I run with the track when my life ain't really on track
And even if I