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Yeah yeah
One time
For the first time
Two times
For my last
You and I in the Neon Sky
300 Horses when I breeze by
Tell em move over that’s Nov
In

the album drop and I can finally the proof back
That every bit of this music shit, I am the truth at
Then maybe I could cop me a whip and peel the roof back

By 45 if I make it that far
I'll raise the bar
So by tomorrow you'll be reaching for god
Aligned a roof
To jump and prove
That you ain't teasing my

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

on an album it's
A lot fucking progress in the north
Im feeling higher than
The mother of the north
I'm Looking higher than the north

Don't forget it I'm one

Lost at C

Canibus

2000 B.C.

2000

that'll grab him by the neck 
And put his head to the fan on the ceiling 
Suffer real bad from television shit 
Drop him off the roof of a building

grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn

the roof off this motherfucker
Until then I'mma play the role, not the herb
So when it's my time to go
You just say the word
Fuck this that and the third

next level steez
Smoke out, conversation time
Album, mixtape, both combined
Fuck it, I'ma get what's mine
But I still feel like they sleepin'
So I

in your face
Then slap the guy that made them
Been harrased by police more times than
I've tweeted the word Amen
I'm not a wreckless yout
But if I need

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

Introducing the Jamie Hewlett of rapper music
Influenced by Stanley Kubrick, exclusive for all my hooligans
Oh, we just recruit again, I can take your

Purge

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

1st Verse
Once a year it is anarchy pure insanity so I broke in

And its where they'll bury you if you're killed by  the mob    
Addiction is real sad your families at whits end 
The only thing that you care about is more

Yo wanna hear it more
Come in with that killer flow, Al Capone
Blast the speaker right off your tiny ford
Ride it off as murder by the best lyricist

Easy money KD in his prime 
Motivated by the brand they know it is mine 
TDOE how we live Family TIED 
No matter where I reside 
Been Constant wit

to get it in 
I knew i was gone be gravy
In the 96 civic 
Keys in the ignition 
I pulled up on any bitch 
Like my Fucking roof was missing 
Shows started

you got a roof and food and the sky is sunny, sonny 
But if you could walk a mile in that hustler's shoes 
You might understand the meaning

Standing on the steep cliffs 
Pondering with time
Late night thinking with a phone by my side
My mind, like a waterfall pouring with thoughts
I'm

gotta show you what it do
That's anything that's
Necessary just to keep a roof
And I'm riding with that stick
Because we need protection too
And when

to try lean
And think a squirt of visine will save them when their eyes bleed
Shit flows, fake rap
You really want to play that 8 track album from a rapist

roof, another day's placement, I'm ready to stay here by noon
A momentary lapse, is trying to prove me
I am not in a basement, emptying tins with a small,

and Upstate touring, rapping for my peers
Rikers Island and Upstate scoring, cut Em blood gone spill
Rikers Island and Upstate mourning, cut off by Securus

nah
Grab the track by neck
RKO up outta nowhere
Too much static, paranoia
Cooking something special for ya
Album coming soon man
They tryna join our