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and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you say
If you wanna learn how I’m living just

Said these, night go slower when you ain't by me
Lost in the chaos and you know how to find piece
It's tough. There's a lotta ones like me
All I ever

A couple million there, surrounded by millionaires
A dream I wish I get to, I say that without no fear
No cares
He say he my brother, I look I still

talking Gambino (Woah
This ain't that
We know
Spit a sixteen by the kilo
Rappin below zero
I am not yo hero
Stop with all the subs
Before I emerge
And kill

savage
With two of them
I can make both your mans catch it
Then pay a donation
Pay both your mans' caskets
I'll show up to the wake
With this pump in my

yeah
From pinewood to the moon, yeah
We get it turnt up what it do, yeah
I'm a savage like macho man, oh yeah

I am the apple and vines in the garden

Lost at C

Canibus

2000 B.C.

2000

To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull 
Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a mule 
Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes 
Rhymes by

either
If you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ
This one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ

(I can't control it, can't hold it,

Ya'll Ain't Makin' No Money

Webbie

Savage Life 2

2008

bitch stock earings hit me for a block to the wrist watch
Got a couple niggas up in jail, they ain't gettin' out
Webbie young savage trill fam we ain't

She say "Baby, you a savage, " I say "21, 21"
When I finish this verse, download my album
Take a chance on a rapper
You don't want no problems
Watched

on track
Shaq runnin' laps
And savages, dragons, black lungs and ash
In a cancerous craft that is fashioned by magic
And cracking the plastic
Fast ashing

iron
Fuck around and box ya, Y city shots-a
Welcome to the land of the choppers
Nickerson gardens you better watch us
Ready for the drive-by
On the roof

the rap, get the fat crib
Duck or get blasted by the Squad Mig
I'm not your nig, clockin 7 digit figs
You dig?
I want that ass, then my crew got dibs

a man ain't call momma 

Raised by the streets 
Live my life w/ no father 

Ask why I'm savage 
My mom made a goblin 

She kick me out when she heard  I

Sargent
And I'm well guarded by Adams and Eve's garden. Aye
Once the blood starts to spray 
Like a old Bay day
I won't kick or push 
Like that nigga Lupe

it
Career make a mill 
You take and you greedy
Tryna make me ya meal 
Ticket on the metro
Hitchin rides
I really rap, y'all gettin' by
Full steam ahead

Yo
Dear Gem
I think you took it the hardest
You had to spread your wings to see who fly the furthest
From a little rose you bustin' out the garden

I am not going to last before I had a garden and birdsong
Now I've got gangsters living above below p head families who argue about love
To the left

and stay devoted
Some major moment that seems like nothing until it happens
The swill is madness combative added with filth that's savage
I tilt the axis by

Stick drill ravage
From medulla of the savage
Niggas sticking with the illest shit got
More sticks than a cabin
Wet em up like Squarepants 'till

A seed of evil in the garden
Now rise up from your coffin
Submit yourself into the darkness

If Death is a drug
It's a fact, I'm an addict
Like a virus

Chernobyl
The Hip-Hop uncut unaltered by the ravages of time/
Turn your vantage to the savage right behind/
cny bridge of your design I set fire to/

Nobody Sound Like Me

Xzibit

40 Dayz & 40 Nightz [Clean]

1998

savage above the average
When niggas try to switch turn bitch for the cup of tea
But all that's irrelevant it's like tryin' to turn a whore celibate
I

Karate

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

1st Verse
Ich ni san shi better protect your body chopping