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[Joell
I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another
Hip hop got my spine
But be fine brother
My mind above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's to my mother
You a shot at me
I'm a shot back
Your's is on a
Mine's by your 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 drawer
Next door to some bullshit they
be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin
I do everything my Penn State 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 me, the up and coming scared
The pretty girls go? here's 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 with a adapter
Between us the gap's so
I'm Gucci, Louis V, you're Gap, Old
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, ain't tryin to be sucessor
That done fucka, what up whatever
You is food
I'm about to pluck some feathers, I'm and clever,
Plus, clutch under pressure, yup! who does better?
Walk around with metal all on me like the front of

I for cheddar, you owe me
Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest a sunken treasure
I'm like a phenomenon
Droppin' for fun then dining in hell during 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 with my
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest
Off a of hash mixed with acid hits
Like sick cracker
Get back dumb birds I ignore the
Click clack, Berg if you flossin ice
Dog, cross me twice, can't afford the
cost you, I'll off your life
You soft, I you I'm raw white
When I'm on this mic, the at Knight
Don't see mornin' light
And I feel like I'm forced to
When the chips are down like Ponch fallin' of his
Of course my metaphors are awesome, right
I got em in awe, my aura's like
What's really poppin', who's diddy
You was a
Now you all Common and really
I with that silly nonsense
I pop shit
My gun stay cocked like Biggie's
I evolvin, but grown bitter
On your grave they carvin? with the wrong nigga...

I:]
I don't I kill a pen leak his blood on the page
I breathe bars, like oxygen my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the stage, a
Unless I dig in the crates, and fuck somethin my age
Forever vow to never smile when I'm at
Only when I'm eatin' the deceased kiesh
Only when my enemies eternal organs are a in the feast
The with melanin and let em in the belly of the beast
You'll be missin' till fisherman see corpse
be in Michigan stickin' a chickin
In my ready to pigeon pitch again
Switzerland to New York
I was whippin' before them pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo
Shoot you while you're talkin, on some camera crew shit
Sicker then flying in past tense, on flu shit
Day old asshole flow, I drop new
Exclusive, you want it in fact
I'll the doctors operating on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your stomach
The spiritual you, leavin your he don't wanna go back
when the tunnel go black
I'll your soul to the atmosphere
Fuck outta here, and your 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 hope know
show up to ya show
I'll up where you go
Show up to ya
4's explode shells
For hit the flo'
I know know
I got an window flow
I air out
In the D' they used to me Mayor Royce
Now call me Clay Davis
why?

Cause when it to them words
You know I wear out
I write like white lines
On the tray
Ice cold, Ice Cube flow O'Shea
Riding shot gun Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm for the Coldplay
stay violent, better stay silent
Hammers hummin'
Like strummin' the or violin
Speaking of, I done 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 before I go into my Maino
If I smell the of Yung Berg on ya
it ain't no more, ain't no dough
Get into his ass cause I ain't
I'm a living anal
I'm a
Matter fact my Jumpoff can I keep goin?
(WHY THE NOT!)
I was a teen, I used to pack a .380
Now I'm spittin', between Shady and Jay
I pull da jeans down on my and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B when she ain't shave
I leave the smellin' like somebody ain't sprayed
I would about Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm Marty McFly
Goin back in time and dissin' his momma you can't fade me

Budden:]
They say he a 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
tremendous, it's in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bish's
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
Underground prima
ain't hard to find popppin' E in a Honda
With hands E. Honda, he a monster
I love war it's my pet peeve kinda
But for us to beef you should be honored
My dick gettin hard, I see vagina,
Nah, rewind line each time
Speak and meet 9, mano 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 around like been legalized
Just me and the desert eagle, and the eye
Closed casket, now you having a box,
Zipper over head, dude's calling you crotch face
So ya'll could bump like us
But the next time rap's
Add as a plus
Don't nobody hit the pad us
And would get up in ass
But the might bust
And since tags is a must
I hit the and all I do is withdrawl
Chicks removing drawls
Now your is in awe
How you
jewels from a cubicle in the mall
You gon' need processor,
To process it, set it
I it!
So running around hot headed
Till you get hot
Till everything but your on you is prosthetic
Digest it, is pie-thetic
Rap you can't afford, ya'll must got credit
All you gotta know is I, Royce, Bless & Joell
Joe spell, NO L!