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Now before I begin
Just understand
This music is the melody of all the broken ends

Cuz you won't understand me cuz I look a little tan
And my

man!?
Hello monkeys!
Uh yeah I feel like Lil Darkie when I said that uh
But my name is D-Breezy wit it uh uh
Yeah they call me Karmyn
Yeah they call me

Merc is on his way, boy Demons haunt me every time I wake up in the
Morning get no sleep, always in the booth, cause I'm
Recording can't be late

spruce
Just Bring a couple big shots so I cud poe a deuce
I be so high I think I need ta cop a parachute 
I be so fly man ion kno why I keep coppin shoes

got put on by Cupid 
I be damned once again you gon end up stupid 
They like 

Get money money
Get money money money
Get money money 
Get money money

Verse 1: T.U.R.K

Imma keep it 100 as a hundred can be
Lyrically, none of these dudes is as nicer than me
If Jay had 99 problems and could end up

I came up in the spot with my hands to the sky
The cares of the world was tryna blow my high
The atmosphere changing this is so sci-fi
In His presence

to the sun his own wings came undone
All the while this so called mentally ill Caucasian son with a gun at school 
Shooting shots free as pool 
Better Micheal

the 
Versace kill in Florida
Opened the door to the store and I walked down the corridor
to see they had a blow out sale on Nautica
I've always been a Lord

G.I. Joe boy, monkey suit man
Shamu, 5.0, flatfoot motherfucka
Make less money than the damn schoolteacher
Ignorant redneck
Squeal, squeal, squeal

Intro (Blackball Me)

Killah Priest

Priesthood

2001

Monkey judge, fuckin wit a muthafuckin prison
'cause at the end I'mma see you redemption
Believe that, why tell the truth to Allah...
+Blackball Me+

Escape from Robot Island

MC Lars

Radio Pet Fencing

2004

a robo-monkey had chewed it like a goat. 
And a big hole remained at the bottom of our craft, 

As it began to sink, the robo-creatures laughed. 
Then out

You want smoke with who? A hundred blunts of you
Shooter by my side One tap he blow you like a flute
(Oh I'm feeling it)
But I don't fuck with

Provider of that coke music for an art hoe users
Pretty bitches popping pussy for some blow losers 
Fuck a hater I might make his body roll stupid 
Ohh, I

Murder but you know, free him up still
Listen
I disappeared from the map like Madaline
Man got locked by feds in the can
My G P.Dough Porkedyagal
B was

can just have some fun
And if a opp boys trying to slide on man
Imma roll with one tryna get man done
Or I'm doing 2 man in a ped
Trying to blow off his

211s funding the freak show

Just a wayward teen
Very little means
So his dreams were
Clouded by schemes
Really just lost in a scene

It's was the music

your makeup
Swear you just something I can't get away from
You swim with the sharks and I'm letting that pole blow
I flip a bag by my dolo
Then hit

nigga
Sell his soul
Fuck your gangster talk
Stack bread for your peoples
Life ain't scripted
Nah there ain't no sequels
We ain't grow up ends
Man grew up

gon' blow
Not a care in the world, no one had cared for his soul
Looks of sympathy and empathy, don't make a nigga whole
Handshakes and henn dawg, it

know I survive off tips.
And by tips I mean the end of your dicks. Laughs.

I nearly lost my self again but now I'm found.
I'm the one stop whore house

Come Along

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 4: A Turn for the Worst

2010

should fall
But even my writers block ends in a fire wall
Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts
If they ran shit why it won't show up in

will give a man, from a friend
The way A Black man CAN die, on Instagram...
The way his top get popped, & cops can take his chance
Take a daddy away from

What's that another thousand on his head
Half way across the border for its found out by the feds
I'm done with all that fucking talking hit his