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[Joell
I define gutter, I rhyme I climb up another notch
Hip hop got my spine
But I'll be fine
My mind hovers above all you jive
Listen, that's word to my
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 cock
Open the mac's mouth and black out I do not rap
I'm sick and of niggas lyin
They fifth is lyin in they drawer
Next door to some bullshit ironed
be makin up stories 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 like a thong, pause
Veterans me, the up and coming scared
The pretty go? gPapi here's my underwear...
in a hundred years 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 screen is
You're 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the so crazy
I'm Gucci, V, you're Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you attract no
You're suburb, I'm gutter where it make go crazy

Bless:]
Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be sucessor
term's 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 this better?
around with metal all on me like the front of Shredder

I for cheddar, you owe me
Leave holes in your that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin' a phenomenon
Droppin' for fun then dining in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I'm rhymin' on, or whoever I em apart
Swear on my pops, no fear in my
Shit, through 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 hash with acid hits
Like sick cracker
Get dumb birds I ignore the hype
clack, Yung Berg if you flossin ice
Dog, me twice, can't afford the price
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 type awesome,
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 ain't with that nonsense
I really pop
My gun stay cocked like Biggie's
I stay evolvin, but grown
On grave they carvin? gfucked with the wrong nigga...

I:]
I don't write I kill a pen leak his on the page
I bars, like oxygen locked my lungs 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 deceased kiesh
when my enemies eternal organs are a smorgasborg in the feast
The dahmer with melanin and let em in the of the beast
You'll be missin' till see your corpse
I'll be in Michigan stickin' a
In my Michelin ready to pigeon pitch
From to New York
I was Bently's before them pictures up in the Source
I'm a behind these bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while you're talkin, on news 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 have the doctors operating on the front of back
Tryin to keep your stomach
The spiritual you, leavin your body he don't go back
That's when the go black
I'll send your to the atmosphere
Fuck outta here, and ring tone rap career
It's Crooked I, the face of east side Beach
Put your ear to the street, so you can my heartbeat

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

Cause when it come to words
You I wear shit out
I write like white lines
On the tray
Ice cold, Ice flow like O'Shea
Riding shot gun with Chris my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm for the Coldplay
Forever stay violent, better stay
Hammers hummin'
strummin' the mandolin or violin
Speaking of, I done played the violence
More then my Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap niggas up, niggas up, scrap niggas up
Either 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 opposed
I'm a anal probe
I'm a
Matter fact my nigga 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 pull da jeans down on my bitch and wave
Cause the Max B wavy when she ain't shave
I leave the booth smellin' like somebody sprayed
I talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like McFly
back in time and dissin' his momma nigga you can't fade me

[Joe
They say he a bastard for
they see the ass on his girl
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
Bars tremendous, it's in your interest
I insist men just, do your best Bish's rendish
Endless, move more then 2
My boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this, or see me
Or see the of a llama
Underground donna
That ain't hard to popppin' E in a Honda
With hands like E. Honda, he a
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
it rains it pours grab a teflon poncho
You now fuckin' with Mouse, the head
I could fit your house in my condo
I walk around like ratchets legalized
Just me and the eagle, and the eagle eye
casket, now you having a box, wait
Zipper over your head, calling you crotch face
So ya'll could bump swag us
But the next time rap's
Add as a plus
nobody hit the pad like us
And get up in that ass
But the fags bust
And since tags is a must
I hit the and all I do is withdrawl
removing they drawls
Now your is in awe
How you
jewels from a cubicle in the mall
You need another processor,
To it, I'll set it
I it!
So keep around hot headed
Till you get hot
everything but your torso on you is prosthetic
Digest it, is pie-thetic
Rap you can't afford, ya'll must got credit
All you know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless & Joell
Joe spell, NO L!