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thwips, I grab your sis by the hips
We got the jazz like tip, we on that low-end shit
The flow we generate with ease, we from that generation z
Survival

rooftop views with the crab tacos
(With the crab tacos)
It happens to the best of us
When you least expect it

I got blood on my hands dirt on my name
I

drought
Stand at attention
I'll figure this out
We all know that
This was my obvious route
Cause Them is my brothers
Yes that is my blood
How would you like

got no Berna
Nuttin' New
They'll jump for Co-Op's 3 for 2
It's magic if I get a license
AB so I can Spin This Coupe
Hack me down once I'm back again

I'm That N***a

Erick Sermon

Music [Clean]

2001

Island
Brand new with revenue my crew puts it down
I'm the man you never knew, who holds the crown
I'm the KING, psych, that's Run and D
I ruled everything

just for me
Unlocking like she's the key
Your back flipping like one, two, three
I'm brought back down by gravity

I say yeah let's round them up
Take

burtday I give you present 
Combats coz I don't like denim 
About ID me 
You Lemon 

Ic3 
Height bout 6 feet 
Hop out of a whip that's about 60 
Blood I've

of Thrones
Dexter? Luther? Family Guy? 
I can see your blood boil and your fury start to rise
I can see in your eyes but no need to pity
It also means I never

our borders and
Crossing our shores
Building up cages
Separate more
Thinking why Biden
Stopped Trumps wall
Three letter agencies all involved
Flying in

kid, that's a bad transaction,
Black lives matter, let me get this right
So black on black, there's no riots in sight
You only get mad when you dyin by

shakin in my draws
wonderin is dat a sign of a call from the big dawg

REPEAT COURSE

VERSE 3 BOOSIE:
My next dream i was on a island playin wit my lil

as my mind excites the wind

Like spirits of ill concensions, time will clash

On ya cipher, lyric concealed behind whirlwind fire

Or flood, draw blood

Intro:

NYC
NYC, it's hell of a place to be
Come inside
Wanna know? Let's go

The Big Rotten Apple surrounded by runaways, connected by bridges

get up
Run down, drive by, flock him and split up
They see them sheisties and they got to duckin'
Thought it was sweet, he ain't think we'd touch him

less than
Jesus' blood and righteousness

How it feel to look to heaven and pray for peace
Knowing it ain't no expiration date for grief?
As sure

intense like
Teenage camp councilors
Spit blood through your stereo, there we go
Time for your burial
Fag niggas, after you rhyme say no hetero
(hahaha) my

cheap blow
And each O like three, four times
I flipped ones but it’s evil
The people I deal with'll stick nuns
With big guns, the diesel
That diesel never

Tribal Vodoun

Nocturnus

Thresholds

From deep inside the islands comes
A religious belief of magical fate
Necronomic tribes of the secret societies

Conducting ceremonies

Exode of Evils

Kataklysm

Temple of Knowledge

1996

[Epoch III - Ladder of thousand Parsecs]

- Demon! Demon! Implemented in Home.
- Uprised... Yes! restore the bounties...
- Care to let our feeling

crime 
I'll break it down for you motherfuckers line by line
This is business economics in a nursery rhyme

She sells seashells on a seashore
But

gedisst
Ab heute sind wir Feinde wie
Die Bloods und Crips
G-Funk-Einfluss, C Walk ist ein Muss
Drive-By, es reicht meist zu zielen
Nur ein Schuss von

herbivore
"No man is an island," yeah, I've heard that before
Well, you certainly will drown off the shore, rotten to the core
Me and Jesse D is like hip-hop