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blades
We stay locked in
Deadbolt
Fly like Red Bull
Murdering these beats as if I'm writing in Death Note
I'm here to bring the light
Engage the beat

my gifts  
I swear to god I write in ink that I draw from wrist
And if my words don't tell it, then let me paint you a pic
Red Splash, blue dash, bring

knees 
Its guaranteed to make you lamp a couple degrees
Living free smoking pounds of weed
I'm sorry second handed so people could understand it
Life is

and dead mythologies who dares to question ideology?
I, said Jesus and the Buffalo

On we fall running on emptiness falling through the black hole too slow

black n milds man I swear that shit reek
I can turn ah jack boy into bitch boy in ah second 
Claiming that you rob people that just show me you ah peasant

move I play, yet there's no getting away
I lose every frame
Snookered
The shames, a bruise to my brain
Everything is black
Untamed attacks, migraine

he'll find another job, soon a clerk 
So he's up the next night, to make sure he kept going, drops a second perc
And quickly 2 became 3, 3 to 4, 4 to 5,

Trust that! Imma smother clowns, take you to my shed!
Blood red!
Is the trail on the ground! I don't fuck around!
And you'll weigh about a hundred pounds!

sword cus
I'm slicing and dicing
Bitch from dirty docks cus
That hoe always trifling
Green & black designer coat
I feel like Tanjiro
They say my flow too

wet
Second form got her wet
Three through ten, same thing again
Towel her off and then reset
I been like gone for a minute
But now that I'm back I'ma

niggas stay chasing (Get em niggas son)
They shooting by mistake, my shots calculated
'Cause prior to the murder, I meditated
On post-release supervision
I

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels

Now, look you're nobody till
You catch a body
My little head busta on his second body
FNH with the fuckin' drama
I told

ever gets me
Hold on a second, I gotta pee toilet flushes
'K, I'm done
What's up everybody? My name is Zac
My lyrics are wack
After my brand new album,

May his family find peace
No peace, use my voice as a weapon, a piece
This poetry is my therapy, I pray for poetic justice
All the black lives killed by

Sandy white pills till I'm blue and it feels like I just waste my time on you
50 dollar bills, blood red to conceal every time I spend my night

the bank
If I leave out at 4 I can meet my plug by 8
Rolling in the big body wit my nigga K
I gotta tax you for this shit 'cause we was on the interstate

more than just a dope line,
Black excellence, but hated by my own kind

So instead
I will end up inside of your head
Just like the dead
Make it red
Paint it black
Like a dream Corvette
Give me a heart attack
Adenosine

Aye
And this song is brought to you by
Bad bitches and good music
Entertainment
Just thought I'll let you know that
What's up justin
I'm so done done

leering on my right side
I think I'm losing my mind
Just as I'm trying to squint my eyes
I see the night-sky turning blood red
I guess now is the time

The country crickets sing a song
While all the while we drift along
On back roads dark
We cut with headlights
Strips of white along a black map

HEARD GIGGLING AS THE RED SOLES FROM 
HER LOUBOUTINS TOUCHED THE GROUND, HER LEGS MOVING UP AND DOWN
LEFT THE CAR, SLAMMED THE DOOR, SECONDS LATER HE CAME

team
Black Suburban pulling up outside
"Mission briefing is now classified"
Is it a matter
Of do or die
Think we just better let
This train pass by
Spur

supposed to knew
You can, listen, if you want just check it
And if I make a joke, Will Smith smack the record
Hear me with your ears it'll just take a second