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Straight from the dungeon raps

1: A La $ole]
From the era of the baps
Spiggity splat man, I'm sick the raps
Move caps and when I rip the rhythm fast
the mass, Crooklyn, represent the clan
Your green than grass, my nigga, just relax
Before we make emcees run, I play guns
But I spit bullets like I ate some
Who gone shake 'em, none of can pace 'em
Never been defeated, better to break a leg, son
You know the Gawd stay broads and write bars
I make rappers fall on the mic brawl
I know life hard, check if your mind is right
Despite the trife, no brother can step my sight
I them lights out, no Edison, I'm better than
When I set it in, I shift cause a weatherin'
your settings man, we just out for dead presidents
Rush more loot to my wallet, then the clematis
The specialist, you thirsty niggas a beverage
I'll bend your chick and clap, then I'm off of that
You niggas need to stop awful rap
I'm all for rap, but its sad what emcees have to rap
Get off and spazz, attack talking trash
I'll straight thrash any nigga who try to
You peep the mask, we out for all the stacks
back back
Give me that, give me that, take this, that

x2: Joey Bada$$]
Sometimes niggas will ride with ya, the
Other just come alive in em
And it's hard to decide you trynna survive
In a, world of fake lies, guys, and snakes in the sky

[Verse 2: Bada$$]
I take in the back of my mind
Came across all of faults in mankinds
Some niggas is and bloodsuckers
'Stake em for blood
Til do the forbidden to get in where he fit in
I peep that's mad hidden
Had the writtens, cool, calm, collect I had the Ritalin
thing getting popped is, mami who topless
Five finger shoplift, when I drop this
Over the
Only place you be is yo metro fees
Nigga, stop it, I'm in the cockpit, the pilot
Money I pile it, Impalas
God emcees spitting Rikers
Hold your eyelids, wide open, cause how I
ain't got time for breaks, big mistake
While you sleep, we'll your plate, leave it scraped
Beast coast, you know! But you can't
It's the anthem, get your damn up
Split wigs like sick cancers, attack then switch
Fuck a standards, no chick before my grammar
Got the bars on lock, but can't get
Get your Jordans scuffed, to kick it with me and my niggas
Lifted off the eighth leg, is mad wicked
They on they pivot we started spinning
We in it to win it, only L's we see be of spinach
It take money to make money, streets safe, honey
Yeah the be hot but it ain't sunny, don't strafe
Funny, look ways when you cross here
dread found dead caught in the crosshairs
That's a report here
Patrol all year, but only support theirs
Watch which lane you swerving, life, fast learning 'till you're
indentured servants