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[A La
from the fucking dungeon raps

[Verse 1: A La
From the era of the baps
splat man, I'm sick with the raps
Move caps and naps when I rip the fast
the mass, Crooklyn, represent the clan
Your green than grass, my nigga, just relax
Before we emcees run, I don't play guns
But I spit straight bullets like I ate
Who gone shake 'em, none of can pace 'em
Never defeated, better time to break a leg, son
You know the Gawd stay pipe broads and write
I rappers fall easy on the mic brawl
I know life hard, check if your mind is right
Despite the trife, no can step inside 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 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 awful rap
I'm all for rap, but its sad what emcees to offer rap
Get off and spazz, attack talking trash
I'll thrash any nigga who try to pass
You the mask, we coming out for all the stacks
Better back
me that, give me that, take this, fuck that

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

[Verse 2: Joey
I take in the back of my mind
Came across all of faults in mankinds
Some is vampires and bloodsuckers
'Stake em for blood
Til they do the forbidden to get in he fit in
I peep shit mad hidden
Had the writtens, cool, calm, collect like I had the
Only getting popped is, mami who topless
Five shoplift, hotlist 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 it, stylin' Impalas
God spitting Rikers Islands
Hold eyelids, wide open, cause how I live
Niggas ain't got time for breaks, big
While you sleep, we'll take your plate, leave it
Beast coast, you know! But you can't
the anthem, get your damn hands up
Split wigs like cancers, attack then switch stanzas
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 eighth leg, is mad wicked
on they pivot when we started spinning
We in it to win it, only L's we see be full of
It money to make money, streets ain't safe, honey
the block be hot but it ain't sunny, don't strafe
Funny, look both ways you cross here
Last dread found dead caught in the
That's a report here
Patrol patrolling all year, but only theirs
Watch which lane you swerving, fast life, fast learning you're
Turning indentured