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[Joell
I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up notch
Hip hop got my smothered
But I'll be brother
My mind hovers above all you suckers
Listen, that's word to my
You throw a at me
I'm throwing a shot
Your's is on a
Mine's by your top hat
Ya I'm cool but you violate and cock back
the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and of niggas lyin
They fifth is lyin in second drawer
Next door to some bullshit ironed
Ya'll be makin up stories that them kids be buyin
I do everything my Penn State a Nittany lion
I ain't gotta mention the streets on song
To get in a nigga ass on these like a thong, pause
Veterans me, the up and coming scared
The pretty girls go? gPapi my underwear...
Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a
But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a
I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is
You're Atari 2600 a weak adapter
us the gap's so crazy
I'm Gucci, Louis V, you're Gap, Old
I get coochie in the V, you no ladies
You're suburb, I'm gutter where it make go crazy

[Nino
Fuck a lecture, tryin to be Pun's sucessor
That term's fucka, what up whatever
You bird's is
I'm about to some feathers, I'm young and clever,
Plus, clutch pressure, yup! who does this better?
Walk around with metal all on me the front of Shredder

I for cheddar, you owe me
Leave holes in your vest open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm like a phenomenon
Droppin' bombs for fun then dining in hell Ramadan
Whatever I'm on, or whoever I tear em apart
on my pops, no fear in my heart
Shit, through it all
swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest
Off a brick of hash mixed with hits
Like cracker shit
Get back dumb I ignore the hype
Click clack, Berg if you flossin ice
Dog, cross me twice, can't afford the
It'll cost you, off your life
You soft, I you I'm raw white
When I'm on mic, the mourn at Knight
Don't wanna see mornin'
And I like I'm forced to fight
When the chips are down like Ponch fallin' of his
Of course my are type awesome, right
I got em in awe, my aura's Jordan
What's really poppin', diddy boppin'
You was a
Now you all Common and conscious
I with that silly nonsense
I really pop
My gun stay cocked like optics
I stay evolvin, but grown
On your they carvin? gfucked with the wrong nigga...

I:]
I don't write I a pen leak his blood on the page
I breathe bars, like oxygen locked my in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the stage, a
I dig in the crates, and fuck with somethin my age
Forever vow to never smile I'm at peace
Only when I'm eatin' the like kiesh
Only when my enemies eternal are a smorgasborg in the feast
The dahmer melanin and let em in the belly of the beast
You'll be missin' till fisherman see corpse
I'll be in Michigan stickin' a
In my Michelin ready to pigeon again
From Switzerland to New
I was whippin' Bently's them pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorilla these bars, on some zoo shit
you while you're talkin, on some news camera crew shit
Sicker flying in past tense, on some flu shit
Day old flow, I drop new shit
Exclusive, you don't want it in
I'll have the doctors operating on the of your back
Tryin to your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body he don't go back
when the tunnel go black
I'll your soul to the atmosphere
Fuck here, and your ring tone rap career
It's Crooked I, the face of east side Long
Put your ear to the street, so you can my heartbeat

Da 5'9":]
I niggas know
I'll up to ya show
I'll show up you go
Show up to ya
4's will shells
For hit the flo'
I niggas know
I got an window flow
I air out
In the D' they to call me Mayor Royce
Now they me Clay Davis
why?

Cause it come to them words
You I wear shit out
I write rhymes like lines
On the nose
Ice cold, Ice Cube like O'Shea
Riding shot gun with Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm for the Coldplay
Forever violent, better stay silent
Hammers stay
strummin' the mandolin or violin
Speaking of, I played into the violence
then my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap up, clap niggas up, scrap niggas up
that or we gon' slap niggas up
Dump dirt on you right I go into my Maino mode
If I smell the scent of Berg on ya
it ain't no more, ain't no dough
Get his ass cause I ain't opposed
I'm a anal probe
I'm a
fact my nigga Jumpoff can I keep goin?
(WHY THE NOT!)
I was a teen, I used to pack a .380
Now I'm spittin', sittin' Shady and Jay
I da jeans down on my bitch and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy she ain't shave
I leave the booth like somebody ain't sprayed
I talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like Marty
Goin back in time and dissin' his nigga you can't fade me

Budden:]
They say he a for real
they see the ass on his girl
So wonderin', why he so mad at the world
I it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it
So even to the producer hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, in your best interest
I insist men just, do your best Bish's rendish
Endless, move then 2 inches
My boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this, or see me
Or see the speed of a
prima donna
That ain't to find popppin' E in a Honda
With hands E. Honda, he a monster
I war it's like my pet peeve kinda
But for us to even beef you be honored
My gettin hard, I see vagina, PAUSE
Nah, each line each time
Speak and meet 9, mano e mano
it rains it pours grab a teflon poncho
You now with Mouse, the head honcho
Nigga I could fit your in my condo
I walk like ratchets been legalized
Just me and the desert eagle, and the eye
casket, now you having a box, wait
Zipper over your head, dude's calling you face
So ya'll could bump swag us
But the time rap's discussed
Add as a plus
nobody hit the pad like us
And would get up in ass
But the fags might
And since poppin' is a must
I hit the bank and all I do is
removing they drawls
Now crew is in awe
How you
Your jewels a cubicle in the mall
You gon' another processor,
To it, I'll set it
I it!
So keep running hot headed
you get hot leaded
Till everything but your on you is prosthetic
Digest it, is pie-thetic
Rap what you can't afford, must got credit
All you gotta know is I, Royce, Bless & Joell
Joe spell, NO L!