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the
Automatic,


Just it in

The right
The music's
out of Crooklyn, type Saturday 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 out this piece

I handle streets, all type
Just a seven no ???

She got
Cause I gots the voice
syrup, for delf roaming, the New York boroughs
As they our perms, plus I ride the iron worms
across down, from the boogie with no faking
Ghetto to my marrow,
Ease on back to
Hold it, as loot in my timbs and army
Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now brothers they blow out
A nigga pig, dig me picking my fucking 'fro out
up the one tree fives
The
The eject herbs
That's word to green
Now the
I play that like, supreme hustler
Nappy hair, oil slick, loyal to kick and snare
panther
Answers to the nom de plum
Nice, rubber, slicer and cutter
In a freshly dip state, I
Whose avenue be making the most
My gets the loot out, what's shaking
We getting live, being in the central ave. bus stop
Then I call bust out,
Seems that the team's me, Mecca the god, and Sulaiman

If your beats is

And on
Then I'm
Hey, hey, hey

in as slick as I can

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

But what if emcee

on, emcee go

Easin in as as I can

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

When the mic check
My amounts is
I shoot out
I get loot out cause I'm fresh
Hit you the gold front grin, with diamond look
Muhammad made em, paid him
I was
I tell an in a eye blink
That you wack as
got my back
And we can laugh

And for example, we this
up on luck
And for complexing, like brass and brown
We of this, built this with south boogie

Outs the clowns, in the
With the

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

Easin in as as I can

please, quiet please
Welcome to this
Black 700 the art of easing
I'm your conductor instructor Mr.
Take a at your syllabus
You are required to be out, and dip daily
Guess, army suits, timbs, lugz,
please in the back, quiet please
You have two texts
And finally, we are taking a field
To the East Housing
Projects perfect slang
Black caeser, superfly,
These are the images we want you in
Please, could you be quiet Mr.
you