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But umm im an anxious guy
But im a believer fuck that been an under achiever
I'm a believer and im anxious for the album bout to drop
Anxious
Super
there in Richmond
Before that
Oh, you talking bout my hometown?, yeah
I was born out of Philly grew up in a little silly old town called Cheltenham
It
take on a repeat
I die
Has that ended?
I die
Are you ended?
Take me to the
Crossroads
You crashed your car again, ripped your noze half off your head
Hello
Your album come out soon, and this is all you got
What you mean, all I got?
You don't think this is dope?
Ha ha, this shit sucks
You need
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
know only good for album filler
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)
*Royce talking*
You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, nigga
Big
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
in rehab by the way
Oh that's quite a story, she wanted to stab me (with the kitchen knife)
So now i'm fapping alone, the feeling's weird about my cat
muzishnins' drop by de college to receive an honorary degree!
Thing-fish:
You lyin', boy! dey givin' degrees in 'tater husbandry' back de ol' alma-motta!
Evil
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
You're not wickety wack, you're just fidgety fools
This bitch tried to lock me up, and I said no ma'am
That room won't keep my head above water like a boat
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
"Sauce Motherfucker" "Bitch niggas listen"
"I represent that shit, nigga bombs it son" (Repeat 4x)
"You niggas heard 'Pre-Game'"
By Sauce
the deep end ain't no reason ain't no why
If you ain't believing by now I think you can bye
If you ain't a reason I'm just trying to crack a smile
Honestly
sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
job but he had to pay a hundred dollar shoes
so i get my head ready cuz i know where i'm at
i got good sense and now i need thousand gats
cuz timess in
the roof off the mother, right along with ya head
And I ain't talk unless she talking bout bread
You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm
to seriously
It don't take seriously for me to crush plush crews in to mush
Rush up they hush up, no need for scruff ups I'm talking lyrically
Too much good
I've been tryna do more talking on the phone now
Quietly living in my head but I like it sometimes
Ain't even gon' lie
But sometimes it just feels like
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