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a jack I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too."
He said "Can you swing a hammer" He said "do anything you hire me to."
"Now ain't you something! So
mistake
Men this beat is hard it's dropping like a quake
Vinny in this track nigga think it's all fake
I know y'all hate till I drop a track with Drake
Last time i was on the track yall wouldn't listen to me you said my shit was whack
Next time that I'm up on the beat yall gonna listen to me yall
wish you would, I wish you would
I wish you would, I wish you would
I wish you would, this is my life
This is my all, this is my all
And now I'm
I'm telling you right now I will never listen
That’s how I’m starting it off
If you call and i’m on duty
I may come up missing
I’m not a blind man I
Certain targets
Do my best whatever the circumstance is
No options I've had to Improvise (i did)
Make the most do more With my time (i do)
Either way they
instead
Dead in its tracks now covered in red
From all of the blood that everyone shed
Cause they couldn't handle themselves they ended up dead
They fell
fragile and, at this hour my friends, democracy has prevailed. So now on this hallowed ground where just a few days ago violence sought to shake
this music I should've been a clown,
My mental prison is fucking with me and it's killing my soul,
cnd I don't know why myself wont bail myself out
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
collabora-tion
[Chorus:]
Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
Because is you down or are you down just
is
What I lay on tracks
Like a railroad
I don't know what it is
I can't call it like cell phones
I'm more than my failures
I'm more than my struggles
fight has been unreal. And Jackson Millar is starting to show some of the signs of fatigue.
And that will be a red rag to a bull for Sean Joseph. Sean
of mesothelioma
My bad, don’t mean to give you contusions causing confusion
I’m starting to see the red in your retina
AND I’m smelling the smegma dick cheese
And they say imitation is the highest form of flattery true
I'd wanna be me if I was you
Take notes on my style my quotes and my rhymes and my crew
Word up, yo this is Def Jef the poet with soul
Cooling with my man Eddie O.G.
On a funky funky funky funky funky funky track
(Yeah, Bulldogs is out
Jones is a pimp I got bitches on track
Send a hoe out on a mission, tell 'em break 'em, bring it back
Got a house in Hawaii, 'bout to, 'bout to buy
redundant, I'll separate your body from soul
Now your body is cold, spiraling out of control
Now you're over there, body odor is pungent
For coming out
and my bars
Are so lyrically surgical, very unmerciful
What I did is so irreversible
Keep to myself so incontrovertible
Put myself in the game
Cause I'm
and dimming the lights
I see a light in my life
The cities like mountains, I see them on my either sides
Red lights are turning to green
Starting to say more
That little gaslight that once lit the night is now flashing red light in your face
an assortment of crews
It's war that we choose
I can afford a few bruises
Scarred up, barred up
Not apart from the booze
Levels are low
Stakes is high
And my
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
I got my own flaws too
We all human so don't let the ubsa judge you
Raised by horny teens who would fake love you
Dark skin starting to think that
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