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I was in the airport the other day
Walking through security, I get stopped by the TSA
He opened up my bag and he pulled out a can
He asked "What's

All right
My life
Is looking a drive by
It's looking really bloody and muddy from all the bright lights
High five
I don't really wanna go inside like

the sounds of the chase
As their scanners search from the sky

Enslaved, enraged, abandoned and prostrate
Vindictive, merciless, relentless and cruel

Led by

would be my fate to ride it
In the back of a police van
Picking up litter beside it

On the scanner I heard we got him
And I was picked up by a lawman

the floor, doctor don't call it cancer
They said to quick to call it, the x-rays got the answer
I'm under what they call scanners, not in fear, but at ease
It

trampled by my lyrics they can feel how deep the scars
Check the scanners, little boy from Mississippi, rapping better than your favorites yea I'm off

See me rolling down the street
Police don't fuck with me
Let me roll my weed
Hoping that they pass me by
'Cause they always tryna ask me "why?"

and as the light runs
The sky is emblazoned by ten thousand mighty suns
And so the nightfall takes me
And so the nightfall takes me
Until the dawn shall wake me

my song is her screen name

Now girls love to be photographed
This is a fact that can't be contested by the constraints of feminism in society
It's

Sister

Icehouse

Great Southern Land

1989

[Chorus]
But I don't care she's
Got to be the one
Got to be the two
Got to be the three
Got to be the four

Behind the scanners and tapes
She's

Clip & Trigga

Spice 1

187 He Wrote

1993

the trigger
Spice-1 the giggity gangsta nigga
Oh shit it's a glock and a clip
Put the clip in the glock put the glock by my jock
In my neighborhood niggas

Heavy Mental

Killah Priest

Heavy Mental

1998

examiners, heaven scanners, 

giant antennas, high tech space cameras 

or evidence in any cemetry or obituary 

not found in any library or dictionary

Thug Chronicles

Kool G Rap

The Giancana Story

2002

and missin'
Bulletproof cars are driven, Teflon edition
Bodies cut up in large chunks, thrown in car trunks
Music inside the bar stunk
Gettin' surrounded by

your face into the scanner

Everybody's hunted with a smile
Being processed by the boys

In their tatteredemalion uniforms
They look so nice

the juice by accident but baby its a habit too
Baby issa drag we just tryna grab a bag or two
Bitch you know we gifted like a holiday attitude
Tryna eat big

out with the old in with the new

Get the money my occupation
You broke you an abomination
Tell who weak minded by conversation
It's a man's world

I lost my debit card 
And I'm all bent out of shape
Swimming by the canal
Now I'm walking
Tripping hard
We overlook the lake 
And it's melting, gooey

never before
Feel more alive than I ever been
Ever been never been disappointed by ma God
All that I got
All I want
He hang on the cross for ma sake
Bled

an answer
Asked for a transfer
Didn’t use my manners
Put me on a scanner
I didn’t lie what do I have to hide
I’m a nice guy with my daughter by my side
Needs

(Huh yea)
(Huh huh yea)
(Huh aye)
(They dont got courage)
(Yea)
Whats the word
I need my money by the first
Oh say word
Young nigga killing like

the pews
We are broken by the system
Shifting shadows in this prism
Treating our sorrows with the symptoms
Light it up bring it up scream it out
Broken by

thugging without a stich
Keal say he miss me damn near cry why we sitting up on the phone
Ran out of patience fuck a friend better get a bag by yo lonley

Breaking down boxes
Day after day

Just forget your name
You are just another number on the system
Tracked by the handheld scanners
Given to you by the admin

Niggas say they real but we really doubt it
Your Junior Your Semi
I'm so automatic
Stepping on necks call these niggas callus
Sip Henney by 5th who to dare