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Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, ringers

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

Crack patients, smokers
carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, building
the children, investigative reports!

Calling all cars, calling all cars!
Psychos, and dangerous, leaving mad scars on those
Who are found bound, and shot when they blast the spot
Victims took off astronauts
Get with this, even your best
Come on down, the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank
him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and Franklin
They to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
Than average JFK sniper
He came home from Spofford
Rolling like Kaufman, and laid ass out like carpet
Stop the boy, save complaints for the five-oh
praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They release shots and premeditate to
And they jet back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered
Where lose blood by the gallons

Crack patients, smokers
carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers
the children, investigative reports!

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a kufi
The hundred-dollar kick rocking back for more
Starting wars, with black Reeboks and Velours
way of life, living villain
Packed with visions,
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle
In sixty-nine, old timers that brothers shot craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull off in Palm Springs
I'm in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap king
The corner emperor - the golden play the benches
be hanging big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with nines
Life is like Tarzan, swinging a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a spirals
Aim at the white shadows big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the headers, milk and Armarettas
Who fear none, all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns we angrily shot arrows
You keep your eye on the sparrow

Rugged rhymsters, crooked
droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low
Illegal cocaine
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, dead

Investigative