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So ended up having a king in the sleeve,
And an ace in the waist,
There no coming back,
Can’t be undone,
Caesar can’t be unstabbed,
Was killed by his

ain't no horrorcore anymore this is real life witchery when I speak in tongues 
They know Lucifer's at the corridor 
Sage cant save you, praying can't

Rolling no destination just whipping n bendin blocks
Passing by pops I gotta taurus he gotta glock
Covic 19 running rampant so da streets empty

Lucci

LA the Darkman

Heist of the Century

1998

Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four by

im running to riches
I'm thundering down giving lightning a vision
This comes with a price ima man on a mission
I'm livin the life and that shit aint

the middle lane
In a matter of seconds a piece of Glass skimming my face
Yeah my homie in the back
Yeah he screaming away
I'm just praying that today aint

ain’t got no fucking ammunition man, how the fuck you gon’ go to war?”
Guns blazing, groundbreaking, never fading, success craving
God’s angel but write

It's Money, Power, Respect
It's what The Lox taught me
When I started out
I listened to SP
Nobody Believes Me
I was Alone in the Streets
My Life with

“I’m So Broke”
(That I Can Hardly Pay Attention)

My telephone just won’t stop ringin’
It’s nearly fallin’ off the hook
But no one calls to praise my

going 30 over the speed limit
There's no time
Grab your lipstick and make up your mind
You have 10 seconds or else I'll make up mine
Five, six, seven

the dopest quotables in 7 seconds (count it)
I don't want no problems I been cleanin up my karma
(blessed)
I do it for my momma, father, & for all my patnas

up next 
I got Options don't get clingy 
Ain't no need to double text.  
I spend Alot 
But that's on me
That bitch a groupie
I spent less 
She want

Voyage commences in T-10 seconds
10
9  Get Ready
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6 Y'all Ain't Ready
5
4 Buckle Up
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Analogical
Introducing your pilot
I'm the bar lord,

seven, I reckon
Another second, my secondhand get paid
Uh, ay, what you gonna say
Like I give a fuck what you're gonna say little timmy
Super jealous of me

this lens you'll see life ain't black and white
But an array of colors protruding from every single side
Some of them will vibe with yours and the rest

it, pal!

There ain't no Babe Ruth disease, I'll tell you that much right now

Have a hot dog and a Hummer, go ahead, it's on me"

I don't know,

Snap back to the present, All my seconds I’m guessing 
Feeling lazy, ain't no way I’m learning my lesson
Thinking bout those eyes and that smile 24/7

about their life being hard
I been doing shit since I was young, so I gotta go far
Ain't no room for error, a new song I can't discard
So much trauma in

Honey you ain't got no mistress but time
You're crazy in the head 
And you don't know your crime
Second chances, failed romances
You're doing just

Partner in crime shoot a bitch 
Me and my baby we click
Niggas clowns do tricks 

You a clown, you a goof, you a blank 
My second apartment the bank 
I'm

hard headed is what protected me / Actually saved my life / It was covered up to make it look like there was no crime / a freak accident to save others

When did it start
At 0500 We're seven minutes in
Okay Private Miller you've been smoking Item 9 for seven minutes and 13 seconds
We're going to ask

life have you gargling
Water out the pishadoo
I'm a living brick of coke
They say I'm the goat but he a mule
Only thing I got in common
With your broke

his mercy covered head to toe
I ain't wasting no time in the studio
One day you gone hear my Christian bangers on the radio
Feel like I'm losing my mind