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(Imagine) Imagine getting beat up by a nigga that you wanted mad times (i could never)
Somebody better get them, im a bed rid them, make them
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
Doosh!
Ha! Wanna fucking bowl?
What the fuck is going down? Somebody help us
He's got the tranquilizer gun!
David Dark's got the tranquil gun
He shot him
the only I'm getting laid out is with your mama, commas
couldn't stop me, semi-colons and hyphens when I freestyle
two-hundred words a minute, shit speed
active
Either with gang or a bad bitch
Cash out when I get them racks in
Make sure there's enough for the taxes
My plug went Sierra Leone
And he just came
Yo Craig (yeah)
There's some real jealous people
out there right (uh huh)
Trying to say how you're wack (what)
How your music's soft (what)
out there, switchin' in the kitchen
And Dads in the living room
Fussin' and a-bitchin'
I'm out here, kicking the gong for euphoria
Euphoria - when your
and that there Figaro
[Chorus]
[Outro: Freeky Zeeky]
Fuck y'all niggaz that's word to my mother B.
If I catch anyone of y'all niggaz runnin by, walkin
[Goretex]
Alien rehab, with L. Ron Hubbard the drug backet
Pediatrics bugging on snuff flicks with Tera Patrick
Digital dick, out for cheddar bled
Tom Thumb jumped up and said "I got one,
David Duke and Farrakhan riding side-by-side on the top gun"
[Shock-G]
Hickory Dickory Dock, each day I hear
its over
end of the line out of time bitch its over
on the wrong street with no heat he was sober
we soldiers somebody should've told ya
haunted by a thousand ways, a thousand ways to die
There's a thousand ways to die
When only god knows when I'll die
Don't you let them judge your life
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
the tyrants, we're undivided, fuck the giants, ninety-nine David's and one Goliath, food for thought, there's a fucking hunger crises, there doesn't need to be,
tell 'em the combination
Tell 'em Ron's got his car keys
I don't give a fuck if he beg, Boom shoot him in the head
[Danze]
Somebody comin in on the side
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
(What I would say and I'm warning you... EVERYBODY
Do not, do not come into contact with any of these ZOMBIES...
And there you have it David
The dead
Dizzy Gillespie is presented by Don Sebesky
I be cranking mad jack, got mad stacks of cool-out
You know we pull the smoke tool out
I give props
off with a baton
Take it out for a spin, but they're mowing their lawn
My face is red, and I ain’t talking ron
I’m gone
I’m gone
My mentality is gone
massive shout out to tim westwood (dj spoonie)
Ah, my dj spoonies in the tracks
Spit an acapella run it den send it back
If people hurd it david talking
You got the gall to call em out but one phone call
Everything you love is gone by tomorrow
All your money's borrowed, wallet instantly hollowed
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Awakening straight from me, The R-I-V
I'll let you see just what I'm seeing
Cuz exodus of feelings means
you know
Shit, RIP
S/o Kurt, Isis, Ron, Bir
All my niggas in the city man
This goes out to everybody whoever lost somebody on some
Some shit that they
Die G dangerous, since my daddy bust me out
The tip of his dick
Biggie Smalls with the Wickedest shit
Spit clips, niggas split like bananas
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