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official on everything
Yall barrow yalls and act like you own everything
Im forever fresh you niggas on never clean
HOBB$ prolly the flyest nigga you niggas

Scorching your choir, torching your fortress
Endorsed by the morbid to enforce my desire
At war with my core, my score on the board is
More than all yours,

the trees grow by the rivers and I’m talkin’ bout forever
Take the wire from the sky, get our power from the sun
Don’t ask me how or why get the motherfucker

World Be Free

Keith Murray

Enigma

1996

in a Def Squad state of mind
I went to New Orleans and kept it clean
Spitting, splitting rappers at they seams for the cream
By all means
Although I

Harvey and I'm here to rule shit
So where the king at? cuz I'm in Kings County
Brooklyn bounty hunting anybody doubt me
NYC cream of the crop you know

I made time, I got clean
But spent my whole damn life at the edge of my seat
I let go of my greed
And replaced it with an urgency to watch you bleed

ya raws, nigga
Ya backwoods
Ya fuckin'...Ya bong nigga 
Yo clean that dirty ass bong

I get high, yeah I get high
Aye you ain't know I get high, yeah I

Brooklyn chop house project stoops and angry youths
Could you see what I see? He laughs out of way go by to catch the best sleep
Just suck it till I nut I

mentally
I'm so-so wise that the homies tryna get like me
My bro-bro from Brooklyn, he call his Timbs Timothy
A boatload of women like we're goin'

bitch
I'm standin' right beside Poseidon 'bout
To release all the Titans
Footprints in the sand
Followed by a herd of rotten bison

Grey, grey, grey, grey

of virus stocks
If you want the choir, it's time for turning Tidal off
Yeah I'll scoff when confronted by pay-to-play 'cause it doesn't
Make any sense if I'm

clean off of the lion
Put it on a spike and all of the sheep became enlightened
Bitch I'm standing right beside Poseidon
'Bout to release all the Titans

Pyromaniax

Arsonists

As the World Burns

1999

Off duty officers in brooklyn better go strap...

Don't knock me cuz you can't rock me
Lyrically I'm cocky, you sloppy, refer to me as copy
Malaki,

you clean his hands from top to bottom
Grab the fabrics, then wash 'em
Then you go pick the cotton
Listen, y'all, I'm tired, man, I swear
(I've been

Preaching by the choir but some of them ain't hit notes
No more BabyBlue oh no more missing you yeah
Thinking what to do oh living without you yeah
Here up

But I clean my chakras and repent for all my sinning
I'm my own master the verdict my decision
Zombie gang, we from the astral land
We set the grandiose

off, Mr. Clean
Why the fuck you think they call my little brother Guillotine?
I bet she give me top though
Just 'cause I'm the top dog
This pussy is

like my girls pretty

Ima brooklyn nigga I'm sturdy
To the gwap bright and early 
Ima ball like ESPN
For the streets I did it again

Hit up critch 
We

out touring
Stroking kittens with dimples that
Remind me of Lauren
London on Thursday, Sunday I'm New Yorking
Brooklyn be the birthplace
Kings County

the drugs in my mind
All the damn time
Wish I'd over dose
But I cannot stand by
While y'all live life
Thinking that I'm a joke
I'm mr clean with this shit
His

hungry dummy feed me by the bag load / Carnegie the coroner I tag toes / open mouth will get your bag closed / cowboy I'm outtin O's in the air like

frozen dens
Forsaking my kingdom
Off a couple of whims
Off a couple of hits
I'm bagging bodies off the Brooklyn Bridge
40 Hanging by my fucking hip
Safety

what you cookin' up?

Kendre got smoked by the police
I fuck with jit, so I'ma leave him out the 'Wood and smoke Pete
Durk got killed by his homie, shit

everyday,
"Boy you better clean up your room before you go outside and play"

[Prince Poetry]
Yo Monch you can remember when we used to play skelly way back