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calling lying rappers out who think that renting props will last
Going far with them kid bops, xylophone beats it made me laugh 
I’ll do damage to this game

Thought the world would count me out ima star who would've known
I gotta play em close cause I don't know who would abandon me
Grew up in the trenches so we

mad as shit
Like JAY doin' what with who? I'm with Kaepernick
He in it for the money, JAY ain't in it to help out
Let's see what the plan is before

it don't add up no other option I subtract
By any means necessary X with the AK
There's a war outside peep out to look who got my back?
The son had 12

them 13 Reasons Why
I'm making music for me
You make music for teens
This Hip-Hop Kid's Bop it just isn't for me
Oh you write Sweet sixteens?
Hah gimme

ain't reppin no colors
Catch me with that heat and I up with that fye
Drive by in the coup with just me and my brother
Go pick up ya hoe tell her let's

tier, let me show you my prestige
Keep your shoulders in, foundation's in your knees
And that ain't a gay phrase, I'm giving out some keys
Nothin' against

at the wrist
Drift on that dick and catch hiccups
Hop out the back
Hop out like uno, dos, tres
Hah, bitch, I'm back
Popping them percs by the thirties
She

let's get it, let's go
Niggas went ghost, now they hit my phone
It's alright, I did it on my fuckin' own
Put in fuckin' pain, feelin' like Mahomes
Pussy

and scratched by Rock)]

"Sendin this one out.. to my man" -> [Prodigy]
"Meth-Tical" -> [Meth] "Pete Rock"
"Half man, half amazin" -> [Nas]
"Make it hot nigga!"

comin out and you know who's showin it

Like when British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets

Y'all niggas is seemless blends of seemless friends

kid
Whether doin' the grime or that boom bap
Kid they show me tunes, never knew that kid
Hear me rip up a groove
They're like "Who's that kid?"
Now

What's Clef

Wyclef Jean

Ghetto Superstar [Australia Bonus CD]

1998

sumpthin' like you 

Jamaicans say, "L.L. a fool" 

Kids wet too who do the pool 

Let bells ring like Sunday school 

L.L. Cool J is hard as hell?

to bop one
I go out on my feet, no defeat
Turn it up and drop one

My whole life has been warfare
Bloodshed trickles down my forehead
I say my prayers

It Was Written...Again

Shredders

Great Hits

when you see me
I'm a piece of walking art
I read the writing on the wall before I let the talking start
Most of you should do the same
But who am I

Some learn by observation and tutelage  

Some learn by getting burned 

Never knowing who they’re tutor is 

I ain’t new to this 

Self mentored

fucking head)
And as I count the ways that I've
Said "fuck you" to the man
I don't care who thinks that
I've sold out or not (I don't care)
Since going

could do
(Woo, woo, woo)
Oh, you speakin' on what? Let
Me hear who you boomed
And this ain't no rap beef (Yeah)
Sit 'em down like a kid in a back seat

this way since a teen
You see me out living life with my team
Cops wanna get us they harassing our dreams

Who could I thanks I did this shit by myself

Good Times

Ray J

All I Feel [Bonus Tracks]

2008

the hammer so the bird shook up
I get high like Doc and Meth
And "Let the Monkeys Out"
So I can "Bring the Pain" wile I pop ya chest
It's D block when

went ghost
Sheeesh
If I slide to your crib
I don't say a peep
I let it pop
I put em to sleep
I keep my faith
So I took a leap
Bad bitch, she sing like

and can't hold jobs
I look like I'm wearing a ghillie suit when I'm not
Roll out ghost of Camu on the pegs
Might pedal by the police
Tuff with two F's

your damn palms it's the damn psalms

Back in high school I was a lit match getting burnt out
Was the nerdy white kid never thought I could lyrically

it
Met her on Monday
By Tuesday
She showing me titties
Come Thursday
She throwing it back
Stay with a cap on my mf head
But i promise
What come out my