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Automatic,


Just it in

The feeling's
The tight
Departing out of Crooklyn, type night
The the god was rocking type way out of sight
past the projects
Seen my man,
type fat, solar type facts
Later for milk and honey, get the out this piece

I streets, all type slick
like a seven no ???

She got
I gots the platinum voice
Like syrup, for roaming, the New York boroughs
As they temp our perms, plus I ride the worms
Uptown across down, the boogie with no faking
Ghetto to my marrow,
on back to Crooklyn
Hold it, as loot in my timbs and suits
Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now brothers they blow out
A slicker nigga pig, dig me picking my fucking out
up the one tree fives
The
The eject herbs
That's word to green
Now the
I play like, primo supreme hustler
Nappy hair, oil slick, loyal to and dirty snare
Little
Answers to the nom de butter
Nice, preciser rubber, and cutter
In a dip state, I contemplate
Whose avenue be making the most
My gets the loot out, what's shaking
We getting live, dreaming being in the ave. bus stop
Then I bust out, wassup?
Seems that the dream me, Mecca the god, and Sulaiman

If your is phatty

And on
Then I'm
Hey, hey, hey

Easin in as as I can

You know my motions, with no limo
I the c local, and tilt my army brimmer
bless the vibes, pro symbolize
Built with the fives, my clique then
Sounds as we ease, the New York moon
as we dip, increase these New York tunes
It's the I have
Nappy and happy, 12th, I self don't say that exists
Imported on the ships, with irons around the
to afros, black cats, and fist picks
Still creating boogies, and the styles want
Now try to move us, for the styles we flaunt
But I, seen it sunny, plus rain
Plus seen my getting smoked for change
I face in the round up
up the god
When the
Blow to the
Sinks deep into the blue train cover
The real got surreal cause we feel you a gangster
I was a youngster ate jazz and black
Freedom had a pistol it was like that
Old earth gave me kisses to her coach and records
Pumas these flavors b mic checkin's
The crown says I'm down, from the up

But if emcee comes

Come on, go

Easin in as as I can

The feelings
The tight
Departing out of Crooklyn, type Saturday
The gear the god was rocking way out of sight
Limping the projects
See my man,

the mic check counts
My amounts is
I don't out
I get that loot out I'm fresh
Hit you with the gold front grin, diamond look
made em, Nikki paid him
I was
I an emcee in a eye blink
you wack as crack
Cee-know got my
And we both can

And for example, we swift
Lifted up on
And for complexing, brass and brown skin
We of this, built this south boogie down

Outs the clowns, in the
With the

I em
Pass the ruck, or get by my comrade's badge
like my mom and dad had it
And did it

Easin in as as I can

Quiet please, quiet
Welcome to class
Black studies 700 the art of
I'm conductor instructor Mr. Castro
Take a look at syllabus
You are to be plushed out, and dip daily
Guess, suits, timbs, lugz, whatever
Quiet in the back, quiet please
You have two texts
And finally, we are taking a trip
To the East Star
Projects perfect slang
Black caeser, superfly,
These are the we want you portrayed in
Please, could you be Mr. Simmons
you