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Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, dead

Yo, my slang's out of this
Mix collaboration man, man and his girl
Way of life got me thinking, I'm analyzing young
Youths on roofs, you know, three time felony
Roll together, tropical trees puff,
Yo we could go run up on, kids for
drug? Faculties bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seas, hit chicks Guyanese
up, hold your head before you fall out
The route, the devil want that
get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, that be my only
With life, feed your seed right, he's breathing right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and gats
Never get jacked, see ya then black
trife, plush with much ice
Getting nice, laying back, sleep all my
up!

Crack patients, dime
carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers
Save the children, reports!

Calling all cars, calling all cars!
Psychos, armed and dangerous, mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and when they blast the spot
took off like astronauts
Get this, even your best can't
Come on down, the next contestant!
Get pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and
used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
Than average JFK sniper
He just home from Spofford
like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, save complaints for the
praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They shots and premeditate to grab
And they jet back to the lab
And then in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where lose blood by the gallons

Crack patients, dime
Vial carriers, mocha
Burnt buildings, brothers
the children, investigative reports!

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like Muslims, on the block, rocking a kufi
The hundred-dollar kick rocking kid's for more
Starting gold wars, with Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, villain
Packed visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, Christ has
Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring rap king
The corner emperor - the golden thieves the benches
Rednecks be big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with nines
is like Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, mirrors don't need a press spirals
Aim at the white with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, and Armarettas
Who fear none, all personal vendettas, yo
They use while we angrily shot arrows
You better your eye on the sparrow

rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal cocaine
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, dead

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