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Ultimate

Large Professor

1st Class

2002

gave you the gun
Then tell Chuck Berry how I rate your song
To mess with the best reach inside your purses
Put that money on the men with live verses
Top

of me is free

Ooh must be the tone
Wrote a couple poems and I turned them into songs
Must be the age throw me in a cage bury me in faith
When I raise

Ok here we go
Freestyle friday number nine
Now before you jump the gun on anything
This is suppose to be like a house party type of song
Like 2004,

sat with Cassius across from Liston
A Marcus Garvey with a heartless army
Malcolm by the curtains, you a carbon copy
Undisturbin', hard to stop me

wrong make me not fuck with u
Same old song something like Sadie do
Tryna play a ni$%a like a PlayStation 2 
You think u playing who
Ni$%a I stay strapped

Our protector turned enemy shoots a gun at you recklessly 
We got violent tendencies 
Is corruption our legacy?
When you sell meth and ecstasy

rehearsin'
Filling up pants and be drinking my sweat cause them bitches be thirsty
Loading up guns, that I got in my mind and they beggin me mercy
Nigga from

don't know what’s ahead
But I will stick it till the end

I have my written songs and words
That sing me through the best and worst
I have my glowing

important
I know I mess up, but we all do (We all do)
And when I'm down, who can I call to? (Call to)
I'm by myself, who can I talk to? (Talk to)

Yeah, should I pull down my trousers
And throw up gang signs or
Perform to a crowd that's got
Their hands high? Sure
We're diamonds in the dirt by

Giving a few tries
Nothing goes right in it's time
Kill all it's bad dreams
Wonder 'bout no things
Circles and spirals in mind

But you know that this song

gooey
My life a movie, like that song from Uzi
Mickey Mouse, you a mo'fucking goofy
Bad ass bitch and she look like

Two guns, nigga Max and Ruby
All this

Niggas showed me big guns with this
Drum it ain't with a tech
This how you separate us killas with
A fade and some dreads
I hate the music niggas make now

day with a K we hit shit
In a splat all black it's stick shift
Niggas running
Tried to run from the gun got his back ripped
(Dummy)

Making diss songs

make me trip
I saw your genius
They should really change the name of that
Think that you Kent Clark?
Boy that's super cap
I can tell you lying by

See sometimes, a song just ain't enough
Yeah! To let a motherfucker know who
The fuck you are
Tell the motherfuckers who the fuck you are!
Sometimes

don't
And you don't, and you don't, and you don't
And you don't, and you don't stop

My favorite song of all time is what?
Something by Wu Tang
Or maybe

from the south
So I'ma keep that fucking gun
Yeah, this bitch keep playing all
My songs, like shawty, you the one
(World On Lockdown) i'm like, "Sike
I

binu wako lobi spark fiso kpoku so
Sun shia fun bu ha
Chi kangai i say ogbemi moni kanga
Dey run dis a naira naira
Na so my song go be viral viral

ain't talkin' Thanos
Guns out Rambo how much can you handle?
You niggas hate me
But your bitch is a fan tho
Twerkin' to my songs on the
'gram like damn

flat in a stained wood room
Usually strapped, but I just got capped
By a man in black or so you would assume
A dude like Lurch says on with the search

it
Never, never pack the gun
‘Cause I spit it off the top like a ton
Goddamn, yeah, I gotta do it one time
Def Jam, V's up, this is how we do
It ease

biologies
But not had a single thing bother
Me as much as that
Prickly shit around the rim of
Your lip has done honestly!
Ay, just ask River how I make a Song

mistake if we racing lil bro
Said 200 miles on his dash
Bro I was up all night in the stu'
Made 22 songs and this shit's all gas
And he know I'm his dad,