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rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
 I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up

wanted
Stuck in this hell and she's the only angel that can save me from it
And every time I close my eyes I can see her coming
Brown hair, black jeans,

'cause they don't understand
You can tell by how I walk
Man my pockets filled with green, I don't ever gotta talk
Probably see me in your city, heard it

"Fly" Snuka
Tomahawk dunk on all of you five-footers, uh
Speaker knocker, this that 45 woofer
Slaughter guys, and this hit was ordered by the Butcher

What else can we do but roll up another one
And pour out another one

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm

To get to the root of my black thought

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

yo Kay.. yo tell my man to get back in the studio man I've got to finish this part real quick...
It's going to be my last track in this album or not

tonight
I eat oxtails and collard greens (are you 'brack' (black)? )
Nah, I'm Taiwanese, bitch! Letme flip the script
Hit this switch Get this chick on my

yo Kay.. yo tell my man to get back in the studio man I've got to finish this part real quick...
It's going to be my last track in this album or not

red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want

black cars
And everyday I see the news
And the problems that we could solve
When a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Send it straight to gold
I

Spell On You

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Bitch I put a spell on you doing the dark magic

a fly  by night angizwani neyikhova
That OVO logo seem to be your badge of honor
It's about time that I blow
I would commit suicide
So I could go

out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty

they Watch i don't have anything Black mix In white Na The Grey Mandalorian garnet CRUSHING Trying Our Gold Man Hook Up Explosive then Roll away From

New year drink a beer, just kidding that's gross
Release an album forget to promote
I do the most, I'll be the fucking president just to get votes
Now

on that? You a joke on tracks
You get killed by the shit that I ghost on tracks
Y'all don't even know half the shit I wrote on tracks
But time will tell,

Other niggas hate that
Next one only 8 tracks
Niggas know I ate tracks 
They fake black
I used to rock evisu with a bape hat, boy talk about a take back

Trying to get me home
Before the street light would turn on
And the sky turned black
Because that's
When the evil arrives
'Nangs', needles and knives
How

more karma hitchhiked from our last life to the backside of our mastermind
Too bad we blind, our Third Eye too calcified by fluoride to remember shit

in passing 
Don’t be blinded by the light 
You’ll end up crashing 
I work like I’ll die tomorrow 
That’s why this shit ever lasting 
I do this shit for

Shook cause I slid
On this Svg(ar) so witness
The cook how it look
In eyes of the livin'
Young man fit for the part (yeah)
Black ass nigga
Get lost in

if they think that I'm dope
Care less if my album don't chart
Care less if I cop that car
Flashback when it matte black
Top down with a model chick

stopping, stopping
Album dropping, dropping, dropping, dropping (Stopping, stopping)

Yeah, they use to call me Wave
And I can pull up anytime to get my stack