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it, no mask!

(Jay Envy)
And don't let this pretty shit fool ya
I really'll do ya
(Whoo!)
Break a bitch head, bust out her Medulla
Doee to my left, she

Good Times

Ray J

All I Feel [Bonus Tracks]

2008

the hammer so the bird shook up
I get high like Doc and Meth
And "Let the Monkeys Out"
So I can "Bring the Pain" wile I pop ya chest
It's D block when

and can't hold jobs
I look like I'm wearing a ghillie suit when I'm not
Roll out ghost of Camu on the pegs
Might pedal by the police
Tuff with two F's

went ghost
Sheeesh
If I slide to your crib
I don't say a peep
I let it pop
I put em to sleep
I keep my faith
So I took a leap
Bad bitch, she sing like

it
Met her on Monday
By Tuesday
She showing me titties
Come Thursday
She throwing it back
Stay with a cap on my mf head
But i promise
What come out my

your damn palms it's the damn psalms

Back in high school I was a lit match getting burnt out
Was the nerdy white kid never thought I could lyrically

with snakes who tryna put me down
I'm already taking losses i'm already in the ground
Why you treating me like I'm a kid when i don't ever frown

(Uh,

my evidence, on repeat deep my substance turning up like we're night owls, spending hundreds when we're going out, shots on shots we don't wait around,

shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is

Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in

make a lion out of liar, Magic City a choir
Transform you too if you feeling a little shyer
Question, did you think you too messy for the Messiah?

could fable this
As a young kid i used to play with hits
Then I shoot my shot it's a make or miss
all my friends know who the greatest is
Tryna be

Point The Finga

2Pac

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops and to this day
Them

Tryna guess what's the word on me is
Go hangman
Me and Kanan, 5 bop
We one and the same
I put a hole in your bank account
And one in your man
I look out

remember the ghost out in the mist whose disembodied lips you once kissed and missed the most
During the time when in a rhyme you roamed far from all you'd

I'll be
Giving every ounce of pain back for keeps

Wait who are you again? I guess that I'll fight you 
Taking out the trash with these ants, so you

bought that larn
If I take 3 shots you know mans garn
Take that out n I'll send them farm
I bop that larn
I dropped that larn
I bop that larn
I copped that

immersed in the flames
People cursin' my name, the person that I became
Is someone who can get burnt but not be hurt by the pain
But I ain't gon' lie

Stormzy Vossi Bop.
I can guarantee that the songs I made won't be flop.
Won't let opportunity pour from the bottle waste a drop.
The shit I do is so amazing

This is my note to every ghost 
My kids, my folks, my brothers, the ones I hold close 
No foe can bring me down when they're around 
And in due time I

that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine

forever) 
I hope that when you pop off at the mouth,
You got yo Glock out. (I hope you ready)
Look baby,
Put that ass in a sundress
So we can bop out. (let

who you with when you haha and keke
Dawwg gimme queenz gimme queenz
Suttem out my dreams babe I wanna be in your mind and not your jeans
I wanna know

and the Artist, the tour manager too
The booking agent and the ghost writer, I did that too
Head of the street team, master of the ceremony
Who am I? If you don’t