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the time right beat the pot up use a fan so it dry right/it looks like we gonna sell everything by night big trap nigga welcome to my life/Thirties fifties

a snitch boy you niggaz not street
Stretch out the dope turn a one to a two
I feel like a witch in the pot how I brew
No this ain't fiction, I'm telling

the seams
Been divided by extremes
Live and die by our beliefs
While them vultures fly in circles
Eyes for profit from the scene
No prophets here, just

Move too quick
We up the tool kit
Straight at ya pumpkin
The tool spit no fuck it tool shit
We get to dumpin
Hahahaha
Move too quick
We up the tool

I'm who and why, I'm rude and kind
My cars are computerized, I'm cruisin' by
Smokin' blunts Ruben size
You fools can try, these tools getting

City was cold
But the block so hot
Clockwise movement
When am stirring up the pot
Had to take my risk
they all want my spot
Had to go and give it all

Rock Stone

Capleton

Revelation, Pt. 2: The Fruit of Life

2016

the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier

let me cook for a minute Been stirrin' the pot, got the beef All in
It Beat so hard, gotta go pause And call for a

Medic I'm in the cut, no Anasthetic

Recorded by: 郭子翊/KnowKnow
Mixed by: 郭子翊/瑞
Mastered by: 郭子翊
Cover Artwork by: Stevv Tsui
Stevv Tsui:
Big time flex, you don know
Yeah, more Vision

the wrist
It's all, it's all in the wrist
It's jumping out the pot, out the pot, jumping out the pot
Jumping out the pot, out the pot, jump, jumping out

cre you good?
I'm oh fine
You don't seem right
We'll I'm just hanging by the grape vine
Trynna keep the blues alive
I'm ct the edge of the drop
cnd I

Scrape

Future

Future

2017

Shit too real too real
Screamin' for your life
Skr, skr, skr, skr, skr

Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook

I'm one of several MCs to choose this joint
But I do what I must to prove I'm much
Better than who so ever protool'd this joint
The pro tool calling

Dumb ass on snap showing his tool
Dumb ass on snap showing his tool
Dumbass on snap showing his tool
Un un
Dumbass on snap showing his tool
Dumbass

[Verse 1]
Mister made his bed, Mister He, yeah he just used his heart but went too far, he's in a coma now barely hangin' by a thread
Just like I

the seams
Been divided by extremes
Live and die by our beliefs
While them vultures fly in circles
Eyes for profit from the scene
No prophets here, just

We was just on the block tool gripping
But fuck it it's a couple dudes missing
Stay solid
Even when niggas you know loose lipping
Break bonds
With

forward im the shit bitches dying to get a kiss
We ain't had no pot to piss on our own had no assist
Had to do it like im nike you could tell by the fit

a tool i am possessed by the
Spirit's of Langston Hughes
A true pioneer, I am here
Free At Last??? rhyming
For those who thought rapping was a pastime
It's

Yeah)
No you not my guy nigga you is so smelly (Ha-ha)
And you know that I'm by my lonesome (Ok)
I done got tall think I grown some (Yeah)
And you want

all by myself
I'm in the booth with a ratchet
You know that them boys get active, yeah
You gon' make that boy get at you, yeah
Shoot at you niggas for

hard to come by
And, you need to know someone just to get inside
That's one hell of a predicament
Even with a degree, you can't predict what's to be
We

of the world
So I keep it by my side
Yeah i keep it by my side
Yeah i keep it by my side
Gotcho bitch she in the ride
Why he up that tool, he is not that guy
I

Yeah the pot still hot
28 Grams in the pot get dropped
Baking soda hit it, yeah the pot still hot
Throw the ice on top, and the pot gon' clot
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