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If you run

[Verse 1: Killer
Sit high as I on rhymes
Every line's like life on line, like life on
So every time I sit, rhymes
I rhymes like life on line, cause my life on line
And since life's on line I write these rhymes
It's no time for lyin', no time for
So me to humbly chime
That when I write rhymes I don't write, man I rhyme
Cause the come out my mind
by divine design
And now's my time, talkin' to myself
When people think I'm out my mind, out my
Cause in my heart, there lives my art
Like of Arc, I'll be a martyr, like they marked her
My only faulter, I didn't
When I leave I see a saucer
Before I sleep, the works of Chaucer
Pretty stripper girl, I [?] her
We make love, sip on cough syrup
Shouts out to my wife and our
Gifts you get you are gifted
and daring like Keith Haring
Crack is wack, now is back
Cause time I flip a word
It's something like I'm on a bird
I got the whole hood rippin' a
And every fien with a and niggas flip, pocket got attacked
send his ass to cardiac
And that is a fact, stuntin' like you Hollywood
That around, don't know how to act
know how to act
Jean Basquiat, you are not
Just a bitin' nigga that went pop, went pop
You just a bitin' nigga that went pop, that pop
You ain't no or Pac

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From the era your pen game real
Givin' niggas that feel
Welcome to the
Titans of the game, small, remain humble

2: Webbz]
Passion of Christ the passion of Pac
on every ave, every block
Big brother, hoverin'
Kids catchin' bodies, leavin' prints, no
Cashin' in on every
Tryna focused, I gotta keep my pen straight
a federal vacation at Penn State
We got no plane cause we get
Most to the signs of the times
Tryna elevate minds with the lines in my
Chuck D with a little T
Against all odds, nigga what it's be?
I'm tryna see what saw
it all happen 'fore martial law
One life to live and the steady tickin'
The people want more so the nine's lickin'
Educated street nigga, kush roller
The government a like ebola

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[Verse 3: KXNG
This is I put my heart in
Livin' behind bars, no pardon
Go ahead and act hard
I've gettin' at 'em since Eve was in the garden
The flow to hit you up
Split you up, the coroner will pick you up,
I'm livin' like a pair of virgin
to each other, I don't give two fucks
Nah, cause y'all as shit
You rappers sound like a of shit
Fucked the pile of shit, and then gave birth to a pile of
You of shit
But I'm the Rocka that keep vodka
The heat cocker, rock a beat
The boy colder a meat locker
The street chopper, it sound a beat boxer
Enemies stay
When they a weapon, they gon' see their reverend
When see the gates of Heaven, it's 187
Me and DJ EFN, we reppin'

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