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the age of meteorites by analyzing the isotopes of elements present in the rocks. This has allowed them to determine the age of the solar system and, by
the scoreboards
Make the bed rock so much I scratched the wood floor boards
She want have a lil max and me drivin 4 doors
Told her sit back and relax cuz I want
when I'm on the mic, I do serve well
And I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil
*Four minutes left*
Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear
Get ready
no more
Saw my teacher miss elaine at the grocery store
I waited by her car, she asked: "why aren't you in school? "
Put my gun up to her head
every morning
Felt worse than the night before
I tried to brush it off but only really made it to four
At least by then, there was probably beer bath
So don't try at those same style battle cry
I rock the you-train, the routes that I battle by
I listen to sister shit, it til they quite slow
No
Konvict, Konvict ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Go gangsta – ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Go gangsta, keep boppin' (Block Boy up!)
Rock with me, let's get this
Clearing my mind I'm finna sit on the rocks (Ok)
Why did you lie
You was by my side
You was my ride
You supposed to be riding
But you not a rider
So I turned
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
Ay yo
Wait for the drop then I four the bitch
Burner only do message no calls on it
Straight to the voice and I forward it
Cali drought, never I
between a rock and a hard place
They can tell by the way I talk that I ain't from around these parts
You can change the clothes you're in but you cant
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
My baby mother says I'm immature
She four years younger
What the fuck she think I'm with her for?
She told me get the hell out, I'm packing
I need
broke for like 4 summers
Sick runners never in them stores I got real runners
Souls hunter quick to slide down in a old
Hummer
No wonder y’all niggas
heavyweight
See them bells be ringing
But what bout sirens singing
Other realms of living
Seduced by the nifty inklings
Of pursuits different than sickly
heavyweight
See them bells be ringing
But what bout sirens singing
Other realms of living
Seduced by the nifty inklings
Of pursuits different than sickly
in time, you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
The bullets flying,
endeavors
Drastic measures took for defense
My secrets unfold codes of conduct, raid
Blade runner, intimidating
Figment in the minds of the malignant
Your
Say it's the fast route to the bottom
Caught in between a rock and a hard place, uh
Like somewhere between anxiety and heartache
I can feel someone
featuring Tragedy King Tee Grand Puba Def Jef Chubb Rock
(Chorus)
Keep control...
(Tradegy the Intelligent Hoodlum)
When
road runner im a get it by anyways
Better know the road get risky
Never leave without my blinky
It get busy it get iffy
If the police try to flick me
Ayo, Jug 3 AM
Fucking 3 AM
I just rock that Raf for no reason
My bitch the perfect girl for conversation
(yeah) , but I still get bored (yeah)
Shadow]
Let me tell you who I be and who I am
Shadow Stock, ready rock, that's what I'm sellin and
E pills, four hundred for fifty get you a refill
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