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grab it, hold 'em closely 
Verbal Shinobi, you know me 

Learning from the old me, teach it to the new me
Blew's Charlie Brown, dog
Yet I'm Dreaming

no second guessing, baby it's interesting
The first thought I had was to never come in second
I hit mics with vice grips and verbal blessings
You could

Smoking on some green and some purple
I don't let no snakes around my circle
Learning all my lessons do no circle
Money come around that's a circle
I

the cages
Living proof that we made it
Certified yo we lace it
Put my soul on the pavement
Travel back to ancients
Embracing the learning 
And the message

source
He gave it to us for a cheap cost, for prices we all could eat off
A real street dog
The type of nigga that y'all niggas be studying learning
how

talk too much 
clways showing up with a round of verbal ammunition 
Now I'm ganging up with all your little minions 
‘Cause they're afraid of you
cnd I'm

jump that like hurdles
Can't be taking my time like turtles
Got bread to make bands to make
Ain't got time for the all net verbal
Ain't got time for

here it is through a preview
Seek truth through the journey while learning what it brings you
Whatever you desire, let the fire lead you

Have you been

The undisputed

Yo, higher learning the tires burning
Niggas is rapidly swerving
A face looked familiar but had to be certain
I popped a u-ey then I

fake, their love is just an act
They don't got my back, they just riding with the ruse
The fact he stay so giving 'cause he lost a couple screws
Learning

to speak the lines better
I used to talk so much
I had a verbal diarrhoea
Shit, I spoke so much
One time I smoked so much
All my knowledge realigned
Never

Put one up for your team 
Said I've been working 
Vibing 
Searching 
Shining 
Learning lessons life a quest for betterment and knowledge 
Your Purpose

The John Wick of pencil tricks and verbal attacks
I gambled, I lost quick and I turned in my stash
It was history, but I wasn't learning the past
Kept firing

up with the wetta
Still fuck a yuppie, let a nigga see a teta
Old York in my blood like sickle cell

[Verbal McMahon]
Hit the bell, hit the L, you know

telling and they haven’t been checked.   Every line I spit, Swish nothing but net.  
(Swish)
Whoa onomatopoeia, verbal diarrhea, hater can’t see ya and I

lines in a Purple Crush
Lean on these words through hard times, this be that verbal crutch
My shit always hit right on time, the King of Kairos clutch

Fucking Hostile

Pantera

Vulgar Display of Power

1992

you on a shelf
Your verbal masturbate
Promise to nauseate

Today I'll play the part of non-parent
Not make a hundred rules for you to know about

you on a shelf
Your verbal masturbate
Promise to nauseate

Today I'll play the part of non-parent
Not make a hundred rules for you to know about

Hostile

Pantera

Official Live: 101 Proof

1997

Almost every day
I see the same face
On broken picture tube
It fits the attitude
If you could see yourself
You put you on a shelf
Your verbal

my thoughts then make them verbal this medicine is herbal
My mind is fertile love the hurdle
I be running down the streets with no top ladies love me

each loss, I go back and write up In the journal, each Mistake encircled
Learning, as my mind traverses the universal
Speaking with a staff, but verbal

Signing the curse in cursive
I'm shutting the ting down certain curtains
None of the man there learning
I don't want to pop that yute
But they shouldn't

a hater
No m huncho but my bars are burning
Still see yutes rep fakes its 2020, i guess they're still not learning
I guess they're still not learning

Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling crack
And learning to drive a car jack
I got