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"Make P's before you got to war"
(Wanna drill) i said, "Fuck that
I wanna drill now and drill some more"
Smoked my man in the face, yeah
That point got

want blood money stacks
But you never bled back
Guess you'll never understand that
This is what it takes to be great
Putting hearts on the line
Say

(R.i.P Pops)
Success is just like the moon
I mean
Is seems so close but never could touch it
And if you just so happen to get there
More than likely you

goes
R.I.P to the Locs
That shit hurt to let go
Didn't really want you to go
It's a cold world with no coat
My uncle selling that dope

do ever do it you know I ain't dumb
Like Covid-19, I'm going viral
Heart on this beat in an exponential spiral
Like the lungs to my body, my flows are

the way that pain does
Can't name a drug that hit the blood the way that fame does

If you don't live by the law, then you might die by it
I hope my luck

cry
I know you here but your spirit somewhere in the sky

Man, R.I.P. my nigga Valley, man
Niggas already know how the fuck I'm coming behind my

Do It, See It, Be It

Q-Tip

Amplified

1999

It was Foreign, 
Then came Low End Theory.
People quickly recognized who we are,
Phife is ill and Busta is a superstar.
Tours with P.E., Naughty,

the moral is don't be colored blind
R.I.P to Mat, yea Cuzo was my Loc
We ain't loose one to me Gigga we lost both
You get black balled by every label across

Trains are the blood flow entering the heart of England
To pump out slave workers of different men and women 
In this urban jungle stacked up vertically

[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Yeah!) This is Slaughterhouse
Haha, we gon' get right into it
Scared yet niggaz?

You're dealin with a fo'-headed monster
Y'all are

peace? I'm chiller
Hearth heart, ice cold blood spiller
Cross me, film a thriller
Frost shot first but I'm the killer
All this fighting fatal fury finna

Whitechapel

Manilla Road

Out of the Abyss

Bringing newborn life
To this tortured mind
I thrive and feed on fear
Come closer now my dear
Your Uncle Jack is here
The hunt is on
I'll R.I.P. them all

Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,

12/
Spread like wildfire or a virus eating cells..

Chorus

Verse 3:
R.I.P. to you all, 4.3.2. Is etching it’s mark/
And we here to stay forever like

like Robert P and Kristen Stew
I want to touch you but not drink your blood
Still would I appreciate a decent suck
So I drink sexy girls, night by night

Fast Cars

Aesop Rock

Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives

2005

that afternoon
And my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built
Grew up with a jughead crown tilt and tardy slip
Be all you can be just

is dripping from his lip, he collapsing, he od don't r.i.p. please gp you my og don't dy our main guy real loyal guy he'll be missed bruh.
I went

Looking at the stars you know I tried
Seeing your loved ones there lying by
Looking lifeless,you know they ain't right
Oh looking back I cry, I cry, I cry

bred spittin'em syllables/
Rappin up rhymes m too deep speakin in parables/
M too sick yall are weak ur mental is not eligible/
Subliminal barz prolific

I cannot reverse this
You was the worsest
Put heart break up in my verses
Love spell but you came with curses
Some of this shit you did on purpose

shit up bitch where the remote
We here live T.R.I.P. Can you tell them how you became so lethal?

Your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is
In between the blink
My life story was
Written in blood, permenant ink

"produced by me"
Fuck with me, you get no more Sleep, no more sleep till I R.I.P
Hold up, how I do rock, metal, Trap, rap and all of it flowing Like agua
You