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I'm doing this right now
Sometimes these songs tend to write themselves
Some nights want to throw the mic down
Like I don't rap no mo'
Finish the track

I'm doing this right now
Sometimes these songs tend to write themselves
Some nights wanna throw the mic down
Like fuck it I don't rap no mo'
Finish

No Weapon Sharper Than Will

The Music

Strength in Numbers

2008

No one can touch me when I'm here
Your bitterness is driven by fear
There is No Weapon Sharper Than Will
I know
I'm gonna keep stamping down

murderous message needs an affirmative edit
While I’m determined with efforts to give Christ superlative credit
Demons know I throw dirt on their methods when

know"
In the groves, I grow
A slave to the stones I throw and the oaths I spoke
I'mma own my road singing "Oh, I know"

Oh, I know that I glow like coals

Black Mayors, Black Senators 
Why you ain't got no Black Editors? 
Every time I do an interview in Rolling Stone 
They sendin' me a writer that look

illuminated by a star
The only star so large many more
To make our largest star show small
Furthermore, the end is not the end no stop but a pause
And what

Ride with that chop (ride), racks in my bag
Movin' this shit, ain't packin' no bags (move)
We rich, go back in your stash (suu)
She thick, we smackin'

I'm just skin and bones
Your heart's made of stone
I get treated like a child
But watch me take the throne
I'm just skin and bones
Your heart's made

wanna throw this cash on you
And i had a few drinks but I’m straight 
Sitting here mesmerized by these hips and thighs on you   
(I just love all

Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in

thinking of sucking blood like leeches

But we are aware and it is like a stone that we throw at you

We make decisions in the moment, but what is really

The Heist

Busta Rhymes

The Vatican Mixtape, Vol. 1

2007

diamond heist playin a tune by Otis Redding
Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like stalagmites
Time to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight

The Heist

Busta Rhymes

Anarchy

2000

diamond heist playin a tune by Otis Redding
Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like stalagmites
Time to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight

Show me a part of you I've never known 
Stone hearts you've hardened don't throw me away 
This SoapBox ain't tall enough for me let's go
 To the top

Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like

and drugs 
Throw the first stone
And call them low life thugs
Take your children to church

Cause you fear they might come near 
Our lifestyle
They would

and she cap
Yeah Yeah
She bad
Yeah stone cold and she cap
Yeah yeah yeah

Baby you're explosive
By now you should've known this
Yeah hanging with my old

heart still gold
When the world turn to stone, please don’t me leave alone
Ima love you forever more, you made a rolling stone
The world gone lose a real

Thoughts had been programmed to construct  a G.O.c.T path, 
So sad the remote tab got jammed by a whole band,
Damn!  
I Had Hope They won't throw trash

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

thousand pounds
But now the money has all gone
And his house has fallen down
No one cares about the rich man
Made of brass and stone
And in the park
Out in

it's a free throw
Long time mi love you, designed by heat and struggle
With poem rhymes, I bubble, I grind these motherfuckers
They never seen nothin'