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Blase Blah (Off Tha Head)

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for

Trife Livin'

Turk

Young and Thuggin'

2001

case
I do my dirt by myself
Round get erased
You get down bad with me round
I'ma spray you down like a roach in tha project
Either get it in your dome,

Every Goodbye

Mark Erelli

The Memorial Hall Recordings

2002

stones for old friends
And I tell 'em my secrets and that's where it ends
The woman who named me, she's in the ground
But her Walker Jermaine just cannot

get red
By the way some shit can fuck wit' the head
("Some musical rhythms can")

(Back up! Back up)

Step back you dilly stunts
I'm illy more than once

Freestyle

J-Hood

Rep Ya Coast Mix Tape 12th Round K.O.

2005

can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm joining

that our fucked up relationship bring my mom tears
Tell him its all love here
Tryna make a way to be a pioneer
Dad used to save change to buy a cold beer

I'm that dread head, with a little scruff 
Looking smooth boy, cause times been rough
You still hating? Well that's enough
I'm feeling way too good

boy a lame
The more that I make
The less I feel pain
Mixtape 'bout a hundred bands
I'ma need paid in advance
Tell that girl to bring her friends
Oh

dope lines than the cartel 
Switch up the tempo 
Im wearing all negro 
Moonlight w/ satan 
She making me tango 
Pulling them strings boy
I feel like

all I wanna keep it
Tell me how can love be so easy
But when I stop believing
Baby you show me the meaning
You make me feel so loved
You're everything I

Give you my issues
Flip thru them
One by one
Now tell me
If you'd overcome
Rip out pages
I learned plenty
Front to back
Hindsight is 20/20
Take it back

to sell smack now run tell that
Bro’s boast how much their flows roast 
Moving the goalposts worldwide
I leave hoes ghost   
I ain’t just someone whole

Yeah
Turn me up... Louder
Spiketape (it's the potent)

Ayo S.P.I.K.E (huh?)
Tell me why they look like they mad you (why?)
'Cuz like PMS I got em

The ladies ballin' too yea they fuck it up, you wish you knew 'em but you sad as fuck
Boy I'm coolin with my vatos, He think he hard actin macho
He finally

I’m not the type of relationship
Just an escaping ship
Fear of sinking deep in feelings drowning, erasing shit
I'm really confused ma so you should tell

features
Tell em to hold this I'm preaching
Some say I'm hopeless I'm teaching
In my studio, I don't need people
But my self, cuz everyone's evil
Bars top

of spades up on everythang 8ths to the face
And I'm smoking on purple rain
Flown I'm past fly smell my cologne when i walk by grab my coat and hold on
Cause

I am a Single Queen
You know the fucking vibes
King T Double E
With DJ-Z!
Tell em
Aye, Aye
Okay
I put my hands in the sky
Then I wave them side

puddem up puddem up

hip hoppin' up to the mic not hoppin' on the rude boy tip I'm makin'
suckers kinda tipsy ‘cause I'm
constantly lippy lippy

worried bout how they glistening
The words missing
A certain something
They copycats
I’m the Black Dahlia
You can tell the difference
By the precision in

Smilez bilingual no cinco de mayo(Mira mira mira mira)
Doing it cuz send me the AK ?? (AK)
Reppin the O, tell'em pop a smoke in the face
Solo, come here

purpose
My Xbox control, by the steering wheel color
Fancy fur rug match with the W's on 'em
Peel out in the large OVM Pirelli
Drive on the sour, make ya

along
You a little boy looking at things, things looking scary
When you climb up, looking from above, not so very
Things previously considered to be

tryna hit the Stop-n-Go
They robbin boys, can't even order Domino's
Peer pressured into weed, i was 9 or so
Put the swisher sweet down til ya momma goes