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

You see is the art of seeing things invisible

Ahh My God (To the Y'all

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Either you fight or you clap your

Cause weak niggaz ever be sincere

I'm the hardest sober beats in ya ear
And I'm graceful like Muhhamad Ali 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 over 150$ size rocks
I'm a stop with niggaz like Jenny from the block
Cause all you want to do is come in the club and shots

You see a man who himself when he's intoxicated really 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 ya'll rappers call 16 Barz I call polution so you and your distribution

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

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

I wote ya'll a manual on the black man

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

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

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

Now that I got off my Chest

Aiyo Big Chuck let's do for Big Bro