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the White Sox
Uncle Ro and Hurt M Badd is how I hooked up with him
Thought he could put us in the right spots
Let me connect the dots on the Chi block
Had two

snuffin
They send some shots but I be duckin
You binded by the white lines, that's why you puppets
Trapped like some luggage
Free minded all the times that

Who dares to bring up the most dangerous weapon
Go to ever section I will fly like a dragon
Yet another hit album bout to be legit
Let's kick in this

real dirty I'm getting sick of you
Capitalize, proper noun 30K around and I did it by myself
Think I could drop the album now 2024 on them futuristic

the night time
Yeah this one is for the night time chilling by the boombox
Looking at the stars while I'm sitting at the rooftop
11 pm, thinking Carpe Diem

super size it
I bend it over and excerise it
I’m doing drugs, I don’t glamorize ‘em
Look in my eyes, you just a snake
I can tell by the way you smiling

that I align with
Hate when niggas gotta move so indecisive
I don’t really understand what put me on the other side
These niggas spend they time by

Allowing white supremacist mothafuckas to shape us "good God"
All we wanted was a good car
Wit some kicks and a pretty chick to be considered a hood star

We did everything collectively. Down to videos, down to, you know, what songs come out, we talked about sequencing, albums, artist signing,

a jump of faith?
My next album is about time travel for high class societies, just wait for it and listen how I get
into other's lives
Because mine dances

so dope
Stumble in da White House, we ain’t goin’ t’ war over… no… Ukraine
Putin and Xi, dey smell blood in da water
 
Whassup? Who gives a fuh?

what's on my schedule
Dough all day so, I guess I'll call it my breadule
Multi-grain, sough dough, white, rye, whole wheat
Long as I'm breaking bread with

First album goin' cuatro platinum
In this Benz is the rims
And the privates packet
I might cop a lil' chain wit'
The time to match it y'all hear the track

then, well, then
Now I'm watching the aftermath go down
Waitin' for my, waitin' for my throwdown
By throwdown, I mean I'm gonna go down
On him, not him

vision
Is white and jet black, bet that

Crawl through the city, got my
Macpac, smoking on loud, yeah in my zone
Y'all be talking some smack, your
Boy can

You can get the chrome get
The fitted off your dome
This shit you think you know think
I'm kiddin' then you wrong
This ain't no song, just flexin' by

on a mixtape aww that’s cute,
I’ve dropped five albums bout to add two,
Got the white bitch running laps around you,
You doing all this talking but can’t get in

Fightfuckstartareligion
Poem by Stavros (aka Poet 168)

Fight.  Fuck.  Start a religion.
We’re all going to die.
In a hundreds it won’t matter

it
No, the idea is that you always have a little bit of fear
Like you have to just keep at it
You know it's a day by day
Call your grandma go light

Asteroids
Man, I want all the smoke
A couple white boys with a lot of soul like Hall & Oates
I'm up next
I be selling out all the venues
I can't flex until

the gist
He dissed on the 4th and was gone by the 5th
Tried to be fancy got pressed at ruth khris
This ain't no fishbowl nigga this dark tints
It's me nd

by Radiohead, a duo which needs to be seen
And I agree, the album you need, this birds name is me and Tony
I'll tell you now and
I'll tell you again
If

That's well understood

Yeah, worry bout me baby
You should

cll carry-on baggage
cll smiles to get by
Throw on an old movie
cnd you might see me cry
My

I can't leave with out my gun they putting shows out
Get all the bros out we hustling till it goes out
It's to much white around the crib they thought