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[A La
from the fucking dungeon raps

[Verse 1: A La
the era of the boom baps
Spiggity man, I'm sick with the raps
Move caps and when I rip the rhythm fast
Killing the mass, Crooklyn, represent the
Your green shorter grass, my nigga, just relax
Before we make emcees run, I don't guns
But I spit straight bullets I ate some
Who shake 'em, none of y'all can pace 'em
Never 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 check if mind is right
Despite the trife, no brother can step inside my
I leave them out, no Edison, I'm better than
When I set it in, I shift cause a weatherin'
Fuck your settings man, we out for dead presidents
Rush more loot to my wallet, light the clematis
The specialist, you niggas need a beverage
I'll bend your chick and clap, then I'm off of that
You need to stop that awful rap
I'm all for rap, but its sad what emcees have to rap
Get off and spazz, attack whoever talking
I'll straight thrash any nigga who try to
You peep the mask, we out for all the stacks
Better back
Give me that, give me that, take this, that

[Hook x2: Joey
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 lies, fake guys, and snakes in the sky

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