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and an old ROLAND E-20, he made his first experiments as a producer of electronically generated music. Inspired by this, Ole started in the late 90s his first
'cause we really grind
Thy poppin' up bikes call that wheelie time
They moving like killers we Philly time
Ayy
Prophet on drilly time
The style that I come
purse snatched
I'm from the mud
Sleeping on me could lead to dirt naps
And fuck a killer cop
For mine we kill a cop
We tried to be civil
Our lives was
swept the lot and exchange keys (Dam)
Credible
Eyes Mangekyou
Swimming with adults peeping space ghost
Bebop, Case Closed
Baking brownies by the caseloads
on point and you can't never lack
Tdot died by the store that shit had me like what the fuck
Cause a few days ago I went to that store to get something
I
out
I don't tend to write down
When they tap out, rap album, Ay
It's on sight now
Piano in the back, getting jazzy, ooh
Hitting those notes, but this
rich, so I'm droppin' this album, I walk in the room and Lil Murda be crowded
By bitches and phonies and goofies and stolies, I know what I'm doin', get
niggas so sick
Y'all niggas be rockin', that fake, I'm rockin' real, I'm Rockin' the Rick Owen's
with the Astro boots, bitch, and I'm a fashion killer
I
bout' nigga scram
Nigga hollin' on the ground Might catch her up and then I face him
Two grinds and wrote this album Baby Joe, make him eat his maker
You can cut me five stacks, I might make you a album
That's if you don't suck, you do, I'm chargin' 15 thousand
The game don't stop, I got laced by Mic
terminator
My brains can hurt a nigga
Use them red lightly
Lyrically burn a nigga
Cause im gettin you by wetting you
I'm telling you bust rounds like
killers
If you wanna rap
Drop some bars
Make an album
But you don't know
How to string these words
Come to the Monastery
LTtheMonk will be your ghost writer
to be|Especially when the only one in the van is me|And I sat down on the curb and watched a squirrel get hit by a car|And I wondered where you are, whoever you
Majestic. I peak the lessons that you manifested
Anything that you spit nothing less than epic
The truth is there, truth is square, use a rare method
Every
It later when I'm elderly
I thought by now, I'd stop rappin'
But I just made too much of
Profit off it to stop it, it has to happen
Got
Don't let the door
Hit you when you see me eatin' all the cake
I'm red like rare steak, I'm special
I sized you up when I met you
You a pop fly, won't
how we move is by design
Cause if I see a cop car on the top flashing lights
I can't just wait to see if it's the end of my life
Tired of running away
Askin' for help, but the muthafuckas didn't listen,
They tried to get killed, but now they label me a killer,
You lived by the scroll, but you gone die
Couple more album before I retire
Most of these rappers ain't nuttin? but liars
Hollered by the killers when they sang in the choir
Straight from
rappers in the back of my truck
Then eat some rat poison and I drink some ammonia
Came out bein that gastric felonious
Serial killer, that you know, as Kujo
on a daily basis 40 aces
Okay, my niggas eating rare reindeer meat
Fly muthafucking outfit's
Lavish bedspreads, nickel 9's, rugers, macks
Let's do it!
ready so I bathroom floored it
Peeked on to the stalls, they all was empty
Bent her by the toilets (toilets)
Her friend got an app idea, bitch think
leurs moteurs
Pendant que mon flow prend de l’ampleur
J’me fais rare comme Naceri, un killer
Refais le monde et y’a des choses sur lesquelles on n’est pas
Holiday Season
I talk to God like I'm 'bout to die (die)
I think of Malik and I start to cry (leak)
They paid no attention, was walking by
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