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Nothing is more dangerous an idea, especially when it's the only one you have

You see is the art of seeing things invisible

Ahh My God (To the Beat

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A lot of love lost your days is cloudy now I'm gonna see how many can really stand the rain

Bumpy back again analytical still working out twice a day like critical still mix a lot keep it spiritual

Mic hot still lyrical and you niggaz hate to see me rise

I ain't got no more you can see it in my eyes
I'm sick of keeping me in lies, I hear ya talking

I'm New York I rep it every time I step it evn though I'm well respected I got a weapon your past is terrible your future's worse

Let me put this Walter PP all in ya cock it and shoot you first
Your shit phat ain't no pun to that cause I make this hardcore gansta shit so fun to rap

You in trouble no gun to clap in the middle of Pakistan

Either you fight or you clap your

Cause weak niggaz can't ever be

I'm the hardest sober hardcore in ya ear
And I'm graceful Muhhamad Ali opposing war

I trying to be no soldier that don't konw what he's fighting for

That's hypocritic if I'm shooting up my block 150$ size rocks
I'm a stop fucking with niggaz like Jenny the block
Cause all you to do is come in the club and bust shots

You see a man who exposes himself when he's intoxicated don't know the art of getting drunk

Bumpy Knux funk like a musty black man from Gahn I rip through Mc's like a peronous

Run up on me if ya want to I'll cock my resolution like I was Hughey Newton plottin revolution what rappers call 16 Barz I call polution so fuck you and your distribution

I'm the self mad dollar blue rockwilder
Yes I more 265 I weigh more I guess I got my weight up
I send you 16 I ate up

All you punch niggaz I'll put you in a line and punch every one of you
now you your purpose
I'm the of the ghetto and page by page

I ya'll a manual on the black man rage

chae you till I catch that ass I guess I'm like age

And I kill gansta rappers too I I'm like AIDS
Take it Easy Eazy does it and ya'll wanna spit in the club being a sleezy buzzit

Two years was my interlude I my imperfection I got my mind in better shape to spit you the Konexion

Now I got that off my Chest

Big Chuck let's do this for Big Bro