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[A La
from the fucking dungeon raps

[Verse 1: A La
the era of the boom baps
Spiggity splat man, I'm sick the raps
caps and naps 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 play guns
But I straight bullets like I ate some
Who gone shake 'em, of y'all can pace 'em
Never been defeated, better to break a leg, son
You know the Gawd stay pipe and write bars
I make rappers fall easy on the mic
I life hard, better check if your 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 then cause a weatherin'
your settings man, we just out for dead presidents
Rush loot to my wallet, then light the clematis
The specialist, you niggas need a beverage
I'll bend your back and clap, then I'm off of that
You niggas to stop that awful rap
I'm all for rap, but its sad what have to offer rap
Get off and spazz, attack talking trash
I'll straight any nigga who try to pass
You peep the mask, we out for all the stacks
Better back
Give me that, give me that, this, fuck that

[Hook x2: Bada$$]
Sometimes will ride with ya, sometimes the
Other side just come 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 back of my
across all sorts of faults in mankinds
Some niggas is vampires and
em for blood brothers
Til they do the forbidden to get in he fit in
I shit that's mad hidden
Had the writtens, cool, calm, collect like I had the
Only thing popped is, mami who topless
Five shoplift, hotlist when I drop this
Over the
Only you be is where yo metro fees
Nigga, stop it, I'm in the cockpit, the pilot
Money I pile it, stylin'
God emcees spitting Islands
Hold your eyelids, wide open, cause how I
Niggas ain't got for breaks, big mistake
While you sleep, we'll take plate, leave it scraped
Beast coast, you know! But you can't
It's the anthem, get your hands up
Split like sick cancers, attack then switch stanzas
Fuck a chick's standards, no chick my grammar
Got the on lock, but can't get handcuffed
Get your Jordans scuffed, trying to it with me and my niggas
Lifted off the eighth leg, shit is mad
They on they pivot when we spinning
We in it to win it, only L's we see be of spinach
It take money to make money, streets ain't safe,
Yeah the block be hot but it ain't sunny, strafe
Funny, look ways when you cross here
Last found dead caught in the crosshairs
That's a report here
Patrol patrolling all year, but only support
Watch which lane you swerving, fast life, fast 'till you're
Turning indentured