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is gone and left forever

Came up as a youngster, fucking with this rap shit
Money on my mind, I don't wanna have to clap shit
I see it in my dreams,

said I got the sickest flow
Yeah, they probably sayin' that he GSK cause he keep a pole
And he gon' let that bitch blow
Or they sayin' he forever solid

God's Work

Murs

The End of the Beginning

2003

Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It

Big Star, Big Car
Graduated, I go hard
Yes I did, now I know more
Ya ain't nothing til ya show far
In the sky till I'm in mars
And all my written got

Who’s fuckin' with the flow of the kid
Duppy riddims then I kill em with the shit
Yuppie feelings, Couldn’t give a shit
Couple Shillings, now they

the sickest son of a
Bitches that you will find
Darker than the vision of blind's
One hack can make the skull divide
Like a faulty math tutor getting paid by

forever
Cut from a different cloth
I'm a boss kingpin
Me and hip hop are meant to be together like
Rachel and Ross
Incite violence every line I spit
God

shootings in large cities, where the PDs?
Kids these days need more PC on PCs
We came up on VHS’ & DVDs
Zombies walkin round on LSD PCP
The hood undiagnosed

And now everybody blames us
For the same stuff
That you did as a kid
Now it's shamed up
Time has changed up
But it hasn't changed us
And I put that

of the sickest repertoires
Got the power to make you listen and show the essence
Written sacred as hieroglyphics, you in the pharaoh's presence
Peace to the Gods,

whipped and smacked up with the biscuit
Enlistment, into this clique includes a big fist, so risk it
Riviera kid, we be the sickest, the trick is, to get

the towers were crashin they allowed it to happen
devoured the fragments and the media's sight
with some of the sickest shit I have ever seen in my life

CONVERSATIONS FROM A SPEAKEASY (Feat. OMNI)

(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis/J. McDonald)
Produced by Suffa for Suffering City Productions
Written

Another Winter

Method Man

The Meth Lab

2015

what that heat like

Hanz on yo we handle them Berettas PLO
Yo its forever, bout to show em what it be's like

Method man, turn a dollar

or two
Tell me it's not worth it
Stop me from dropping out of school 
Played a couple shows
Thinking I was pretty cool
And that lady in my bed
Who knew

can’t show me no proof
Cause all the dirt that I done did they want my name on a tomb
I got some killers with me now they don’t play by the rules

don’t assistance, I just a mistress
A world run by dipshits, where misfits get ripped quick
It’s sickening
First thing first I'm sickest
Hungry like I

HIV
And yet every lady here wants to stay by me
I get um in everywhere like a fake ID
Haaa…the sickest, your game's forgettable
My game is amazing n oh

Cole
Dipped in the milk I skidded in the bowl
Slipped in the silk I skidded of slow
Skilled as a kid I did it solo
I was outside smoking sticks

my thrifted Js
Years passed me by
Nothing came my way
Except failed business plans every night and day
Stuck in a four by eight
Making beats all day

bride I'll meet her at the Altar... crazy yo
Complicated kid momma know inner demons I don't really wanna show
Shooters in the corner masked up like

Now small up yuhself!
And make room fi di elephant!

You know who crowned me the sickest?
You know who
The World Health Organization
You know WHO

I got blessings even tho a nigga seen the struggle
Coffins closed, moms weeping puddles
Man that lady lost a son
That kid lost a brother
Shits cold

Chuck Person

Meyhem Lauren

Dr. Lecter

2011

some style by taking glances
Red snapper, taken apart, put back together
Plated on some bok choy, fine fish platters forever (Yo!)
Same routine,