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[Joell
I gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch
Hip hop got my spine
But I'll be brother
My hovers above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's to my mother
You a shot 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 cock
Open the mac's mouth and out like I do not rap
I'm and tired of niggas lyin
They fifth is lyin in they second
Next door to bullshit they ironed
Ya'll be makin up stories that little kids be buyin
I do everything my Penn State 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 co-sign me, the up and scared
The girls go? gPapi here's my underwear...
Never in a hundred I thought I'd be a rapper
But in less than a hundred bars I I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the is plasma
Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the gap's so
I'm Gucci, Louis V, you're Gap, Old
I get coochie in the V, you attract no
You're suburb, I'm gutter where it make cat's go

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

I for cheddar, you owe me
Leave in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm like a phenomenon
Droppin' bombs for fun then dining in hell Ramadan
Whatever I'm rhymin' on, or whoever I tear em
on my pops, no fear in my heart
Shit, been it all
Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest
Off a brick of mixed with acid hits
Like cracker shit
Get dumb birds I ignore the hype
Click clack, Berg if you flossin ice
Dog, cross me twice, can't the price
cost you, I'll off your life
You soft, I told you I'm raw
When I'm on this mic, the at Knight
Don't see mornin' light
And I feel 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 like
What's really poppin', who's diddy
You was a
Now you all and really conscious
I with that silly nonsense
I pop shit
My gun stay cocked Biggie's optics
I stay evolvin, but grown
On your grave they gfucked with the wrong nigga...

I:]
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 on the stage, a pedophile
I dig in the crates, and fuck with somethin my age
Forever vow to smile when I'm at peace
Only I'm eatin' the deceased like kiesh
Only when my enemies organs are a smorgasborg in the feast
The dahmer with and let em in the belly of the beast
You'll be missin' till fisherman see corpse
I'll be in stickin' a chickin
In my Michelin ready to pigeon again
From to New York
I was whippin' Bently's them pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo
Shoot you you're talkin, on some news camera crew shit
Sicker then flying in past tense, on flu shit
Day old asshole flow, I drop new
Exclusive, you don't want it in
I'll the doctors operating on the front of your back
Tryin to your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin body he don't wanna go back
That's when the tunnel go
I'll send your to the atmosphere
Fuck here, and your ring tone rap career
It's Crooked I, the face of east side Beach
Put your ear to the street, so you can hear my

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

Cause when it to them words
You know I wear out
I write rhymes like lines
On the tray
Ice cold, Ice Cube flow like
Riding shot gun Chris Martin my DJ
Not the boy, but I'm down for the Coldplay
Forever stay violent, stay silent
Hammers stay
strummin' the mandolin or violin
Speaking of, I done played the violence
More then my nigga Charles played Sonic
I wrap niggas up, clap niggas up, scrap up
Either or we gon' slap niggas up
Dump dirt on you right before I go into my Maino
If I smell the scent of Berg on ya
it ain't no more, ain't no dough
Get into his ass I ain't opposed
I'm a living probe
I'm a
Matter fact my nigga can I keep goin?
(WHY THE NOT!)
When I was a teen, I to pack a .380
Now I'm spittin', between Shady and Jay
I pull da jeans down on my bitch and then
Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she ain't
I leave the booth smellin' like ain't sprayed
I would talk about but I ain't crazy
I'm like McFly
Goin back in time and his momma nigga you can't fade me

[Joe
say he a bastard for real
Then they see the ass on his
So they wonderin', why he so mad at the
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 your men just, do your best Bish's rendish
Endless, move more then 2
My blood'll boil like I got a big skin
So end this, or see me
Or see the of a llama
prima donna
That ain't hard to popppin' E in a Honda
hands like E. Honda, he a monster
I love war it's like my pet kinda
But for us to even beef you be honored
My dick hard, I see vagina, PAUSE
Nah, rewind each line each
Speak mind and meet 9, e mano
When it it pours grab a teflon poncho
You now with Mouse, the head honcho
Nigga I could fit house in my condo
I walk like ratchets been legalized
me and the desert eagle, and the eagle eye
Closed casket, now you having a box,
Zipper over your head, dude's you crotch face
So could bump swag like us
But the next time rap's
Add as a plus
Don't nobody hit the pad us
And get up in that ass
But the fags might
And since poppin' is a must
I hit the bank and all I do is
Chicks they 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 around hot headed
you get hot leaded
Till but your torso on you is prosthetic
Digest it, is pie-thetic
Rap what you can't afford, must got credit
All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless &
Joe spell, NO L!