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[Joell
I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I up another notch
Hip hop got my smothered
But I'll be fine
My hovers above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's to my mother
You a shot 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
Open the mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm and tired of niggas lyin
They is lyin in they second drawer
door to some bullshit they ironed
Ya'll be makin up stories them little kids be buyin
I do everything my Penn like a Nittany lion
I ain't gotta mention the streets on this
To get in a nigga ass on beats like a thong, pause
Veterans co-sign me, the up and scared
The pretty go? gPapi here's my underwear...
Never in a hundred I thought I'd be a rapper
But in less than a hundred I knew I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the is plasma
Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the so crazy
I'm Gucci, V, you're Gap, Old Navy
I get in the V, you attract no ladies
You're suburb, I'm gutter where it make cat's go

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

I for cheddar, you owe me
holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin' a phenomenon
Droppin' bombs for fun then in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I'm rhymin' on, or I tear em apart
Swear on my pops, no in my heart
Shit, been it all
Done swam with the sharks, snapped with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the piff
Off a brick of hash mixed acid hits
Like sick shit
Get back dumb I ignore the hype
Click clack, Berg if you flossin ice
Dog, me twice, can't afford the price
It'll cost you, I'll off life
You soft, I told you I'm raw
When I'm on this mic, the at Knight
Don't wanna see light
And I feel like I'm to fight
When the chips are down like fallin' of his bike
Of my metaphors are type awesome, right
I got em in awe, my Jordan like
What's really poppin', who's boppin'
You was a
Now you all Common and really
I ain't that silly nonsense
I pop shit
My gun stay like Biggie's optics
I evolvin, but grown bitter
On your grave they carvin? with the wrong nigga...

I:]
I don't write I kill a pen leak his blood on the
I breathe bars, like locked my lungs 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 when I'm at peace
Only when I'm the deceased like kiesh
Only my enemies eternal organs are a smorgasborg in the feast
The dahmer with melanin and let em in the belly of the
You'll be missin' till fisherman see corpse
I'll be in stickin' a chickin
In my Michelin to pigeon pitch again
From Switzerland to New
I was whippin' Bently's before them pictures up in the
I'm a behind these bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while you're talkin, on some news camera shit
Sicker then flying in tense, on some flu shit
Day old flow, I drop new shit
Exclusive, you want it in fact
I'll have the operating on the front of your back
Tryin to keep stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin body he don't wanna go back
That's when the tunnel go
I'll your soul to the atmosphere
outta here, and your ring tone rap career
It's Crooked I, the face of east Long Beach
Put your ear to the street, so you can hear my

Da 5'9":]
I hope niggas
show up to ya show
I'll show up you go
up to ya door
4's explode shells
For hit the flo'
I niggas know
I got an open flow
I air out
In the D' they used to me Mayor Royce
Now they call me Davis
Guess

Cause when it come to them
You I wear shit out
I write rhymes white lines
On the nose
Ice cold, Ice Cube flow O'Shea
Riding shot gun Chris Martin my DJ
Not the boy, but I'm down for the Coldplay
Forever violent, better stay silent
Hammers stay
Like strummin' the mandolin or
Speaking of, I done into the violence
More then my nigga Charles played Sonic
I wrap niggas up, clap niggas up, scrap up
that or we gon' slap niggas up
Dump dirt on you right before I go into my mode
If I smell the scent of Berg on ya
Till it ain't no more, ain't no
Get into his ass cause I ain't
I'm a living probe
I'm a
Matter fact my nigga Jumpoff can I keep
(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 Max B wavy when she ain't shave
I leave the smellin' like somebody ain't sprayed
I would talk Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like Marty
Goin back in time and his momma nigga you can't fade me

Budden:]
They say he a bastard for
Then they see the ass on his
So wonderin', why he so mad at the world
I it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it
So even to the producer it's to I.D. it
tremendous, it's in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your Bish's rendish
Endless, move more then 2
My blood'll like I got a big skin cyst
So end this, or see me
Or see the of a llama
prima donna
That ain't hard to find E in a Honda
hands like E. Honda, he a monster
I love war it's like my pet kinda
But for us to beef you should be honored
My dick hard, I see vagina, PAUSE
Nah, rewind line each time
mind and meet 9, mano e mano
When it rains it pours grab a poncho
You now fuckin' Mouse, the head honcho
Nigga I could fit house in my condo
I walk around like ratchets been
Just me and the desert eagle, and the eye
Closed casket, now you having a box,
Zipper over your head, dude's calling you face
So could bump swag like 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 might bust
And poppin' tags is a must
I hit the and all I do is withdrawl
Chicks removing drawls
Now your 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 torso on you is
it, niggas is pie-thetic
Rap what you can't afford, ya'll must got
All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, & Joell
Joe spell, NO L!