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I do it to death
When I start hooking right you be hanging a left
Check out the only crew
That makes the power moves
Whosever next on the mic,
the gun or by the rifle
Think they got a reason that ain`t really sure
The death toll rises more
It`s trife the way some live life
I love rap, I like
call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha' mornin' by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death everyday
the same struggle (struggle)
Power to the real niggas death to the sucker's
Money over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'em (love 'em)
Death before
Geronimo, I just go, "Heh"
Solo, my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend
So low that I can admit
When I hear that another kid
Is shot by the popo
It ain't
the towel sign off just give it up
You tried to beat me in a game that I made up
And by the time you learnt the rules and tried to change your fate
It's
would've happened all along
Flow is gone the vibe is torn
Lord knows that sucker shit I can't condone
Can't believe that you done died Thought it over
Aw yeah, vacation's over, sucker's still pickin' on a 4 leaf clover
As I say mic check
EPMD's in effect
Snappin' necks and cashin' large checks, as I
like Jason
Money stack and racks and raps
Rip by Ray, Mishap, and Epitats
'Cause suckers are scared straight
Prepare for the wrath
A psychopath when
the conflict
In the end, I know that it's worth it
Talk about perfect timing
Going from coals to diamonds
Gotta put the work and time in
You lil' bitch quit
Count from one to ten and take deep breaths right
Look around tell me what you see next right
Put your head on a pillow and scream that's right
All
Blizzards spittin' I'm so cold
Fassies get exposed by my snub nosed flow
My 12-gauge frays at close range
And make you levitate
Like David Blaine, it ain't no
concepts, new tools, new weapons
By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future
I used to think that rappers had it figured out
Brass Monkey,
face it that's growth, pay attention take notes
You over forty and movin' work better be by the boat
Better be by the dock, better not be by your home
We are
Justified by faith
No it's not the works that did it
We are
Justified by faith
No it's not the works that did it (Amen)
Justified by faith
grind, pray and I de push button
Putting in work to make sure the name is never forgotten
Can't tell me nothing my nigga
I done seen the worst of it
That's
crack an evil grin
Lyrics bring death from the microphone Mac-10
Sucker MC's, you ain't down with the Syndicate
Try to kick game, but end up talkin
in my face for a second
But I move the crowd, and I reckon
That a sucker might jump and try to bait
So kill that noise and get out my face (punk)
She threw the pussy and I caught it (caught it), presidential by 40 (40)
That drop hit from Europe (woof), that coupe got deported (ha)
I turn coke
you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death
to hell
You know the kid ain’t the brother that you really wanna mess with
Unless it’s, cos you got a motherfucking death wish
Let’s get going, you know
punches with the strength of Pegasus
Enveloped in an effervescent aura by my precipice
Exceed my limits on the brink on my death
Seeing higher self, push me
and the pool house cause fuck the shitty apartment
Investing in yourself and some land and fuck the garments
Mind like cerebral when used by Charles Xavier
to tame
That's why I'm in leopard print everything
You ain't 'bout that life, so
It's best you never try, dog
I ain't scared of death, that's
Cause I
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