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[A La
Straight the fucking dungeon raps

1: A La $ole]
From the era of the boom
Spiggity man, I'm sick with the raps
Move and naps when I rip the rhythm fast
Killing the mass, Crooklyn, the clan
Your green shorter than grass, my nigga, 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
been defeated, better time to break a leg, son
You know the Gawd stay pipe broads and write
I make rappers easy on the mic brawl
I know life hard, better if your mind is right
Despite the trife, no brother can step my sight
I leave them out, no Edison, I'm better than
When I set it in, I shift then cause a
Fuck your settings man, we just out for presidents
more loot to my wallet, then light the clematis
The specialist, you thirsty need a beverage
I'll bend your back and clap, then I'm off of that
You niggas need to stop that rap
I'm all for rap, but its sad what emcees to offer rap
Get off and spazz, whoever talking trash
I'll thrash any nigga who try to pass
You peep the mask, we out for all the stacks
Better back
Give me that, give me that, take this, that

[Hook x2: Bada$$]
Sometimes will ride with ya, sometimes the
Other side 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
across all sorts of faults in mankinds
Some niggas is vampires and
em for blood brothers
Til do the forbidden to get in where he fit in
I peep shit that's mad
Had the writtens, cool, calm, like I had the Ritalin
Only thing getting popped is, mami who
Five finger shoplift, hotlist when I drop
Over the
Only place you be is yo metro fees
Nigga, stop it, I'm in the cockpit, with the
Money I it, stylin' Impalas
God emcees Rikers Islands
Hold eyelids, wide open, cause how I live
ain't got time for breaks, big mistake
While you sleep, we'll take your plate, leave it
coast, you know! But you can't relate
It's the anthem, get damn hands up
Split wigs like cancers, attack then switch stanzas
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
off the eighth leg, shit 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 money to make money, streets ain't safe, honey
Yeah the block be hot but it ain't sunny, don't
Funny, look both ways when you here
Last dread found dead in the crosshairs
That's a regular here
Patrol patrolling all year, but only theirs
Watch which lane you swerving, fast life, fast learning 'till
indentured servants