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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, word to my mother
You throw a at me
I'm throwing a back
is on a joint
Mine's by your top hat
Ya I'm cool but you violate and cock back
the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggas
fifth is lyin in they second drawer
Next to some bullshit they ironed
Ya'll be makin up stories that little kids be buyin
I do everything my State like a Nittany lion
I ain't gotta the streets on this song
To get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong,
Veterans co-sign me, the up and coming
The pretty go? gPapi here's my underwear...
Never in a hundred years I I'd be a rapper
But in less a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is
You're Atari 2600 with a weak
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 cat's go

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

I for cheddar, you owe me
Leave holes in your vest that'll your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin' like a
Droppin' bombs for fun then dining in during Ramadan
Whatever I'm rhymin' on, or I tear em apart
Swear on my pops, no in my heart
Shit, through it all
Done swam with the sharks, snapped with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest
Off a brick of hash with acid hits
sick cracker shit
Get back dumb I ignore the hype
clack, Yung Berg if you flossin ice
Dog, me twice, can't afford the price
It'll you, I'll off your life
You soft, I you I'm raw white
When I'm on mic, the mourn at Knight
Don't see mornin' light
And I feel I'm forced 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 aura's like
What's really poppin', who's diddy
You was a
Now you all Common and conscious
I ain't that silly nonsense
I really pop
My gun cocked like Biggie's optics
I stay evolvin, but grown
On grave they carvin? gfucked with the wrong nigga...

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I don't write I a pen leak his blood on the page
I breathe bars, like oxygen my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get on the stage, a pedophile
Unless I dig in the crates, and fuck with my age
Forever vow to smile when I'm at peace
Only I'm eatin' the deceased like kiesh
Only when my enemies eternal organs are a smorgasborg in the
The dahmer with melanin and let em in the of the beast
You'll be missin' fisherman see your corpse
I'll be in stickin' a chickin
In my Michelin ready to pigeon pitch
Switzerland to New York
I was whippin' Bently's before them up in the Source
I'm a gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo
you while you're talkin, on some news camera crew shit
Sicker then flying in past tense, on flu shit
Day old flow, I drop new shit
Exclusive, you want it in fact
have the doctors operating on the front of your back
Tryin to your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body he wanna go back
That's the tunnel go black
I'll your soul to the atmosphere
Fuck here, and your ring tone rap career
It's Crooked I, the face of east Long Beach
Put ear to the street, so you can hear 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 will shells
For hit the flo'
I know know
I got an open window
I air out
In the D' used to call me Mayor Royce
Now they call me Clay
Guess

Cause it come to them words
You know I shit out
I write rhymes like white
On the tray
Ice cold, Ice Cube flow O'Shea
Riding shot gun Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm down for the
Forever stay violent, stay silent
stay hummin'
Like strummin' the mandolin or
Speaking of, I done into the violence
More my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap niggas up, clap niggas up, niggas up
Either that or we gon' 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 Jumpoff can I keep goin?
(WHY THE NOT!)
When I was a teen, I to pack a .380
Now I'm spittin', sittin' Shady and Jay
I pull da jeans on my bitch and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she shave
I leave the booth smellin' like somebody ain't
I would talk about Kimbo but I crazy
I'm like McFly
back in time and dissin' 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 hard to I.D. it
tremendous, it's in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your Bish's rendish
Endless, move then 2 inches
My blood'll 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
hands like 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 hard, I see vagina, PAUSE
Nah, rewind line each time
Speak mind and meet 9, e mano
When it rains it pours grab a teflon
You now with Mouse, the head honcho
I could fit your house in my condo
I walk around like ratchets been
me and the desert eagle, and the eagle eye
Closed casket, now you having a box,
Zipper over your head, dude's calling you face
So ya'll could bump swag 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 fags might
And poppin' tags is a must
I hit the and all I do is withdrawl
removing they drawls
Now crew 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
Till you get hot
Till but your torso on you is prosthetic
Digest it, niggas is
Rap what you can't afford, must got credit
All you gotta know is I, Royce, Bless & Joell
Joe spell, NO L!