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got ounces 

She never seen 
Pounds 
So 
She quick to undress 


More Money 
More hate 
Guess 
The ground wet 

Bloody Mary 
I ain't tripping 

Get

There's only one way of life
And that's your own

My father when I was younger
Took me up on to the hill
That looked down on the city smog
Above

The fire's burning bloody red
The tide is turning but we don't regret
The devil's demons 're coming in our lifes
All evil dreams, we make 'em here

career in the cemetery
Guns up like the military
Bars are heavy artillery
Run the streets like Gotham City
I'm the type to only come out at night
Dark

and die on this microphone
If you high as I, put the product up
I'm flying by like Sci-fi
Eyes bloody red
Do you notice it?
Give a fuck if you feel offended

that's a no

Verse 1
Chop my ankle if I stop ho
Kunta keep it pushing
Keep my head up, bloody nostrils
I got Little Relly looking up like I'm on top ropes

got it by the pidound
Straight up out the midound, make everybody get down
Sandy brown blades ways in a daze damn
Ain't Eightball at the mall with

connect
You ain't really gone
You reform in the beat
Heart of the song
Ain't no love in the city
Think Hov was wrong?
Bloody doves in the streets
But we

Yeah
It's CrimsonMuzik
They already know, right
Aye, they should by now
They outta luck, right
Yeah
JCO
Yo, whaddup man
Know you remember that show

knocked lose cause hit the Holy Ghost
Oh no not Candy Man Bloody Mary not a hoax
So if ya came to fuck my world up bring like 4 of those
A female that knows

thing but fuck a bitch
Trying to get it by all means
I'm on my shit
Get a whiff of New York scene
If I meet the right mexican
Get it for fourteen and he

the phones in the city bitch i get them activations for the free
It aint no statute of limitations for these haters forever they gone hate on me
We aint have

Chorus

Her mother said, "You bloody fool, 
Because you've broke the golden rule,
So pack your bags and suitcase too, 
And go and sell your

and that's the tale of the bloody tailed squirrel of bushbuck / a couple miles south if you take a bus/ a little town where it dont cost a lotta buxs / but so

stand by myself
I'm saying I'm that sturdy, the sands and I melt into glass
So understand I'm that bloody
Since I was kid, I'm that Cudi
The law written

Iron City where I'm from, it's the damn south
Black Ray-Bans with a bloody boutonniere
Bad lil bitch, nevermind, she a queer
Been pissed off, nothin'

my god
Don't have to tell me I'm a superstar
Shoes are bloody like I'm on Mars
Drinking coffee right under the stars
With coffee by my side, I'll

two quarters, that's 50
All you niggas kinda shitty
I'm the hottest in my city
Told her she pretty so I could play with her kitty
I leave you bloody
I'm

Here is Turahtan, the Ersatz-Opera with dedications to our lost generation
It is modestly personalized by
Sasha, a Russian Writer
Turahtan,

sound like me
Yeah, it sounds like the song, JET, by Cities Aviv
Yeah, I looped my first sample just from hearing that beat
And now the inspiration's

snoring
Uhhh
I gotta a bag by the by the morn
Different cities it feel like we touring
Had to know know how
Aye
I beat that shit like I'm drumming
Fuck from

rappers with my heat vision turned on
Bloody gore give me more it's a turn on
Split your jaw with the force of a curb stomp
You were wrong if you clicked

 musical plays
Youths gamble by the side
Playing Lucifer's games
Defeat to an African is very stupid to say
An African Man is surely bound to
Show a rooky

the bag then I'm getting the fuck outta here
Motivated by the money
So when I wake up it's the only thing I wanted yeah
They hate then they cheer
People