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[A La
Straight from the fucking raps

1: A La $ole]
From the era of the boom
splat man, I'm sick with the raps
Move caps and naps when I rip the rhythm
Killing the mass, Crooklyn, represent the
Your shorter than grass, my nigga, just relax
Before we emcees run, I don't play guns
But I straight bullets like I ate some
Who gone shake 'em, of y'all can pace 'em
Never defeated, better time to break a leg, son
You know the Gawd stay pipe and write bars
I make rappers fall easy on the mic
I know hard, better check if your mind is right
Despite the trife, no can step inside my sight
I leave lights out, no Edison, I'm better than
I set it in, I shift then cause a weatherin'
Fuck your man, we just out for dead presidents
Rush more loot to my wallet, light the clematis
The specialist, you thirsty niggas a beverage
I'll bend your chick back and clap, I'm off of that
You niggas need to stop awful rap
I'm all for rap, but its sad emcees have to offer rap
Get off and spazz, whoever talking trash
I'll straight any nigga who try to pass
You peep the mask, we out for all the stacks
Better back
me that, give me that, take this, fuck that

[Hook x2: Joey
Sometimes will ride with ya, sometimes the
Other side just come in em
And it's hard to decide when you survive
In a, world of fake lies, fake guys, and in the sky

[Verse 2: Bada$$]
I take walks in the back of my
Came across all of faults in mankinds
Some is vampires and bloodsuckers
'Stake em for brothers
Til they do the forbidden to get in he fit in
I shit that's mad hidden
Had the writtens, cool, calm, collect I had the Ritalin
Only thing getting popped is, who topless
Five finger shoplift, hotlist when I drop
Over the
Only place you be is where yo fees
Nigga, stop it, I'm in the cockpit, the pilot
Money I pile it, stylin'
God emcees Rikers Islands
Hold your eyelids, open, cause how I live
Niggas ain't got for breaks, big mistake
you sleep, we'll take your plate, leave it scraped
Beast coast, you know! But you can't
It's the anthem, get your hands up
Split wigs like cancers, attack then switch stanzas
Fuck a chick's standards, no chick 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, shit is mad
on they pivot when we started spinning
We in it to win it, L's we see be full of spinach
It take to make money, streets ain't safe, honey
Yeah the block be hot but it sunny, don't strafe
Funny, look both ways you cross here
Last found dead caught in the crosshairs
a regular report here
Patrol patrolling all year, but only support
Watch which lane you swerving, fast life, fast learning 'till
Turning indentured