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[Joell
I gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch
Hip hop got my smothered
But I'll be brother
My mind hovers above all you jive
Listen, that's word to my
You throw a at me
I'm throwing a back
is on a joint
Mine's whistling by top hat
Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll back
Open the mac's mouth and out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggas
They fifth is lyin in they second
Next to some bullshit they ironed
Ya'll be makin up that them little kids be buyin
I do my Penn State like a Nittany lion
I ain't gotta mention the on this song
To get in a nigga ass on these beats a thong, pause
Veterans me, the up and coming scared
The pretty girls go? here's my underwear...
Never in a hundred I thought I'd be a rapper
But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a
I'm PS4 in HD and the is plasma
You're Atari with a weak adapter
Between us the gap's so
I'm Gucci, V, you're Gap, Old Navy
I get in the V, you attract no ladies
You're suburb, I'm gutter it make cat's go crazy

[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, clutch pressure, yup! who does this better?
Walk around with metal all on me like the of Shredder

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

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

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

Cause when it to them words
You know I wear out
I write rhymes like white
On the tray
Ice cold, Ice Cube flow like
shot gun with Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm down for the
Forever stay violent, better stay
Hammers stay
Like strummin' the or violin
Speaking of, I done into the violence
More then my nigga Hamilton played Sonic
I niggas up, clap niggas up, scrap niggas up
Either that or we slap niggas up
Dump dirt on you right before I go my Maino mode
If I the scent of Yung Berg on ya
Till it no more, ain't no dough
Get his ass cause I ain't opposed
I'm a living probe
I'm a
fact my nigga Jumpoff can I keep goin?
(WHY THE NOT!)
When I was a teen, I used to a .380
Now I'm spittin', between Shady and Jay
I pull da jeans down on my and then wave
the pussy Max B wavy when she ain't shave
I leave the booth smellin' like somebody ain't
I talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like Marty
Goin back in time and his momma nigga you can't fade me

[Joe
say he a bastard for real
Then 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 it's hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your Bish's rendish
Endless, move then 2 inches
My blood'll boil I got a big skin cyst
So end this, or see me
Or see the speed of a
Underground prima
ain't hard to find popppin' E in a Honda
With hands like E. Honda, he a
I love war like my pet peeve kinda
But for us to even beef you should be
My dick gettin hard, I see vagina,
Nah, rewind line each time
Speak mind and meet 9, mano e
When it rains it grab a teflon poncho
You now fuckin' Mouse, the head honcho
Nigga I could fit your in my condo
I walk around like ratchets 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 crotch
So ya'll could bump swag us
But the next time rap's
Add as a plus
Don't hit the pad like us
And get up in that ass
But the might bust
And poppin' tags is a must
I hit the and all I do is withdrawl
Chicks removing they
Now crew is in awe
How you
Your jewels from a cubicle in the
You gon' another processor,
To process it, set it
I it!
So running around hot headed
Till you get hot
everything but your torso on you is prosthetic
Digest it, is pie-thetic
Rap what you can't afford, ya'll got credit
All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, & Joell
Joe spell, NO L!