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just headed
On a one way road to death
And being back talked by my counselors
Cops are showing up explaining they got
An anonymous tip concerning
About

Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember

By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your

and that I do shit to piss them off I'm confused
How I'm viewed by all these people that I never even knew
The way I'm rhyming, my style, and the shit that I

beautiful 
Covered in leaves 
Dumped there by a fiend 
Oozing with black ink
I am your parchment 
You are my quill 
Imbue your memories onto your canvas 
Talk

Stay Off The Fuckin' Flowers

BlakRoc

Blakroc

2009

Up in the bleachers in the penthouse, fronting
Stove burning a half a bird, you laker out, the legs is burning
We eating escovich, green pea soup,

it mac fly, (boom)
Just ask Ry, I think I might crash out, ain't looking at the dash now

I can't let this pass by, no cap, bitch, I'm that guy
My

This, happy home
This, happy home

Yeah
Back in the days it was hard for black actors
They had to lighten they skin with makeup like Max Factor
My

while you Soundcloud rappers fall behind
Ever heard a kid rap over psychedelic beats?
Cos my style unique
I’m an experimental freak
With a feast full

No Airplay

Youssou N'Dour

Gunpowder

1998

I could 
Do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin 

I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats 
Scratch up my car, set me up for

How Many Mics

Fugees

The Score

1996

Sold your soul for some secular
Muzak that's wack
Plus you use that loop over and over
Claiming that you got a new style
Your attempts are futile,

it out then I'm out (No doubt)
Every day that pass, my game gets tighter
Psychopathic style, motherfucker, I'm a ryda

The truck is (black) , I pulls

and I'm so grateful
When I'm down, you'll be my vaccine
Baby, you're my black queen
Ah
Chilling in the room, looking for a dime
Paused when I met this gyal

Freedom of Speech

Above the Law

Livin' Like Hustlers

1990

the Ruthless way, some say it's too much
D-o-p-e, please don't misdefine it
That's the way that I live and, that's the style of my rhyme
That's on time, just

Yeah, Jets, put a x in the middle
Rubyhornet.Com. 
Everything I drop is the bomb
Yeah, found my morning 
in a bottom of a bottle of don Perignon

if they come where my stash at
Come by My house put the beam where yo stash at
Then leave yo ass dead body stuff in the trash bag

Glock leave you cock

my style uh
His eye twitch a little when I say I had a child
But he ask me on a date uh
If you're free tonight I'll pick you up at eight
But I think

8 Minutes to Sunrise

Common

Collaborations [14 Tracks]

2007

I sat deep in the corner, drinkin' zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw

Let's Ride

Choclair

Ice Cold

1999

foot one, sleepy eyed
Dark skinned glasses reflecting from the sun, nigga
Check that poster, I lay your girl down like a coaster

Drop my glass, slap

spinning I sat down to watch the fun
It was then I remembered where I'd laid down my gun
In burst Sergeant Kerry, wide-eyed and wary, looking like he'd blown

up
And I'm getting what I can for you fall through my hands
Imma Yung misfit, red eyed loner
Wanna bag on my wrist for the all black roll-e
And some

(Something nice)
Niggas hating on my style tryna bite
(Tryna bite — Ohh — ohh)
Bitches all up me blowing up my line
(Stop calling me)
But I cant answer I ain't

loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my

Doper Than My Last One

G-Unit

The Beast Is G Unit

2015

loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my

And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now