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comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin'
Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout your second cousin (hm), who be always buzzin'
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
His life was took at such an early
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
Blocked by bumble-bee tape, Reach the fire escape
Assassinate real individuals from the fake
Bag your body, yank your guts
And stuff faux shit like
I got no fucks on charity
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me
Turn your faith in 2 seconds
Walk up
the morning a new door could open by the night a older door could close
And what's behind that door could be tears, frustration,resentment I don't know
But I
before your life disappears
Now it just gets worse, like my stomach will burst
Feel like I've been cursed
With seven centuries of bitter memories
to aggravation
I got my ears closed, back to bookin' my own shoes
Level seven eight nine - second dimension
do
Todd English Pub
Seven seconds to chug
Free beer, plus this girl
Only seconds to love
But I wanted it to last
Now I need some help
I want more than
Onaimorozi
Real mulla great gods gang club
Olisa doo
Do do doo
Nwunyere men aka
Mee ka ngozi gi lute anyi aka
Twenty four seven on work steady
[Repeat x7]
I'm sing-ing-ing-ing in the rain ain ain
Ah ah ah ah ah
I start with a rhyme as I enter your mind
I hit so hard even Michael Jackson
To put into the mic
Man, I've been influenced by older heads
That you ain't even heard of
They'll eat you up in seconds on
The mic with half a paragraph
I
What Happened what happened to the time it felt like only seconds
Back in 1999 i was only seven we was playing with no lines tackle two hand legends
twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
Whoa
Whirr click press release
But you're driven by the mission to explore
All the work which must be done is your own
And sometimes you must fall upon
I'm not affected by your blackmail
You won't blackmail me
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil
niggas, huh?
Your reflection is affection
And your soul be heaven sent
But yet I pick up Scent of frustration when you do vent
You run and tell me all that
the Bible
That's found in Second Timothy two:twenty-two
And it says that you should
Run away from anything that
Will give you evil thoughts
And as your
This is for the grown and sexy
Excuse me, what's your name?
Yeah, can I get my grown man on for one second?
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that
This is for the grown and sexy
Excuse me, what's your name?
Yeah, can I get my grown man on for one second?
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
is a total fucking pussy. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Listen, if your name is Knox, you cannot be a pussy. Okay. You have to be a Marine Corps sniper by
yours Infamous on top better rep yours
Fuck around and test yours
First be the best off
[Godfather]
If it's war nigga abort
Combat sport
Survive by all
truly masterful yea)
When I choose to realign (choose to realign, oy!)
Yo I'm tired of being silenced by the fear of ridicule
It's time to rise up like
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