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the nigga pass y'all that face look hit by a tire
All y'all niggas scamming and y'all more than liars
So I guess you Katt Williams with the pliers
K just got

nigga, where I reside
Where them hoes get down, niggas run down
Click, clack, pow,? the sound
You better get down, nigga
Give me my crown, I'm the best in

It's 3:30 in the morning and we still up
Just chilling by the island playing flip cup (Yeah)
Couple broads in the bathroom, fixin they makeup
Then we

Jeffery Hubblequest Williams, Old Man River, Old Man Rockford, Jefferson Starfish
His poems are said to be like lyrical hot yoga on acid, has

by The Bell
Everyone is coming to your house

(Coleman Hawkins and Lester Young
Buddy bolden and Charlie too
Calloway and Armstrong
Al Cohn and Sam

I'll bike and I'll golf
One drunk night
I almost fucked Diana Ross
While you niggas dream of millions
I get gummed at the Wimbledon
By Serena Williams
In

To the red flags of Schaffhausen where the cowbell keyrings sound

And if the devil loves details, then godliness floats in the vague
And I can't remember how

Fuck Prince William
Fuck the Queen
This is America
My president is black and my Lambo is blue, nigga
Yeah, yeah
I got Pac in the trap and I'm breaking it

It seems now everyone's pressured by society
Take your time and shoot your shot
And make sure it's with accuracy
I'm moving in silence cause I'm

First Transmission

Earthling

Indie World

strolled off
Whistling
Hummin'
Thumbin' a ride
"driver won't you take me to the other side? "
I'm a book
A poem
By leonard cohen
Son of the dice man
And I

Palmdale

Afroman

Sell Your Dope

2000

Yeah
Yeah

Just like bums, we used to stay
In the slums of LA, by the way
Gang-bangers killin' each other for reps
Sellin' rock cocaine on my

Count Up That Loot

Nipsey Hussle

Mailbox Money

2015

Yuh, sound like some AZ shit
What

Count up that loot, count up that loot, nigga
Count up that loot, that's just what I do
Count up that loot,

Boogie Billy

Bud Isaacs

Martians, Demons & Fools Like Me: The MCI Records Story, 1954-61

2015

My mammy and my pappy
They brought me up right
And when I ain't singing
I go boogie all night
All my guitar picking
Sounds just alike
Cause all

lookee here
Now dudes starting to care
About who really be spitting
The magic back in the air
I ain’t signed by Hov or endorsed by Dre
Shit I been had

Each line on my face shows exactly what happened

You'll know what you need when it slips by 
But I'm not looking back for the rest of my
Get up like

Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been

Tenderness
Lyrics by Eric W. Smith (ASCAP) Music by William Green (BMI)





Verse
Come here, baby
You don’t have to hurt to love me
It’s not about

Going Off

Bavu Blakes

Create & Hustle

2002

the next man used
You're not inspired impressed involved enthused
Instead lullabied by whatever they said
Insulted in fact 'cause what was catapulted

once but never lost before
The 2K12 came and well
Nobody was judged or sent to hell
So we got up for another round
Then shut up by that ringing sound

cuz I’m king and not you cuz the name
Say, dis dat trap shit frontline Bankhead
I was raised by some real G’s who certified and crack heads
Sledgehammer

the way towards center fold
Couples, by the set, get their swing on
And dancers tether with roped poles
Spirits hop for hops, double Dutch
Emerald sky

like a motherfuking g-shock

Show you how we pop we cant even be stop 
When she give head sound like she beat box 
Niggas ain't scared cause we keep

needed something more sinister
Fuck around with the fuck arounds
Chief rock I'm protected by the lords of the underground
Pipe down down don't make another

minutes go by 
Nothing wrong with my sight 
Guess I lived through the night 
Hmm sounds weird right?

Every day has been like this 
Hit me all at once it