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picked it up just by sniffin' the tracks
Kept my ear to the ground and heard snickers and laughs
Adding insult to injury for your criminal acts
Now

the doc ain't too late
Sirens all through the city
When they playing with me
That pastor pull up it's a D.O.A. lot
Lil bro just saw his first brain

I'm the one causin all that ruckus 
But what's up wit, yo clique 
Nothin 
On this side we got hot shit cooking in the oven 
My voice over

Golden Mic

Aceyalone

Accepted Eclectic

2001

"Aceyalone? What to do?
 Hang up on the motherfucker, fuck that fool"
Said he wants all the styles you took
Nigga actin like he wrote the book
By the tone

trying to get some love from me
I’m saying fuck em all
I feel like Jason Tamalolou by the way I fend em off but leave em running more
Got a wifey at my

a nappy headed mix white dude
Lookin' at you like you was the one that's makin' all the weird faces
Did you grow up in the West and got blessed
Hold

Easy Easy
Easy Easy
Easy Easy
Easy It's Easy
Easy Easy
Easy Easy
Easy 
It's DBoss take no loss only run it up

Invented Bic by the way I been lit

thriller
Got a mixed girl just to mix up my liquor
Don't vax the verses my flow getting sicker
I'm the big dog little bro call me Clifford
You can call me

the flame
Now nothin' will be the same
Now the whole world's changed
Music is soundin' different
Radio stations don't pump us up
In their mix yet
Disco still

two
You're not feeling blue?
I'm the color of the red sea mixed with you
And by the time that it even qualifies I've killed off all my alibies
Look back

smokin dodies to the face cause we, 

I got a couple niggas with me, I grew up Ina city where the “Love” be mixed envy, we bout to pop out Brodie pull up

manifested in the flesh it's a cycle not a line we celebrate the crazy i go psycho all the time/get you hyper by design/that's a mic without a line/reflect

line then I shoot at his shoelace
Claim they was fucking with me well it's too late
I pull up the Jag all red like Kool Aid
I'm stumbling off

Mixed with the pain
You start with the juice
Then mix in the drank
Black out the seats
But candy the paint
Run up a check
Then run in the bank
Niggas fold

outta zip lock
Pulling strings wit no guitar
Floating looking at stars

Big dreams quick shemes
By any means
Mixed in we off scene
All black didn't speak

sweating over some distance
I know I get mixed up, when I go and mix up
Come home and pass out, wake up thinking that this sucks

Used to squad up

And the disco-ball blurred in the turn of that night
But it was perfect I was told the tux was starched and all
Grabbed the glass of punch nervousness, structured by

This probably the hardest thing
I’ve ever wrote
I love you boy
What up block I miss you king
And I just wanna see your face
I’m trying to hold it

my heart
Wanna take off like i'm tony stark
Go by Deseo she still callin me Lark
Wrote a love letter then ended up ripping it up
Man i hate love like

The coldest moves, mix 'em up with rage to spit these noble truths 
And inspire motherfuckers to start seeing shit from my focal view 
Always coasting through

And I'll be just a phase
I've been getting by just by fucking all the time
Mixed with drugs and all the lies
I've been getting by just by smoking all

role models y'all acting like some fuck slaves
Well I came to put these niggas in they fuckin place
Superman in the booth cape by bathing ape
In a fruit

to be role models y'all acting like some fuck slaves 

Well I came to put these niggas in they fuckin place
Superman in the booth cape by bathing ape
In

She gave me love but I didn't ask for help
Maybe it's better off I'm by myself
She gave me love but I offered her hell
I thought I had it all figured