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the
Automatic,


Just it in

The feeling's
The music's
Departing out of Crooklyn, type night
The gear the god was rocking type way out of
Limping the projects
my man, a'ight
Steelo fat, solar type facts
Later for milk and honey, get the money out this

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

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

If your beats is

And on
I'm gone
Hey, hey, hey

Easin in as as I can

You know my motions, slimmer no limo
I ride the c local, and tilt my brimmer
Milt bless the vibes, pro
Built with the fives, my clique amplified
Sounds as we ease, beneath the New York
Pounds as we dip, increase these New tunes
It's the universe I
and happy, June 12th, I self don't say that exists
Imported on the ships, with irons the fist
Gradual to afros, black cats, and picks
Still creating boogies, and the styles want
Now they try to move us, for the styles we
But I, it sunny, plus seen rain
Plus seen my getting smoked for change
I face in the round up
up the god
When the
to the essence
Sinks down into the blue train cover
The real got surreal we feel you ain't a gangster
When I was a youngster ate jazz and
had a pistol it was just 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, the ground up

But what if comes

Come on, go

in as slick as I can

The feelings
The music's
Departing out of Crooklyn, Saturday night
The gear the god was rocking type way out of
Limping the projects
See my man,

the mic check counts
My is cash
I shoot out
I get that out cause I'm fresh
Hit you with the gold front grin, with look
Muhammad em, Nikki paid him
I was
I an emcee in a eye blink
That you wack as
Cee-know got my
And we can laugh

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

Outs the clowns, in the
With the

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

Easin in as as I can

please, quiet please
Welcome to this
Black studies 700 the art of
I'm your conductor Mr. Castro
a look at your syllabus
You are required to be plushed out, and dip
Guess, army suits, timbs, lugz,
please in the back, quiet please
You will two texts
And finally, we are a field trip
To the Star Housing
Projects speak slang
caeser, superfly, golden
These are the we want you portrayed in
Please, you be quiet Mr. Simmons
you