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I got so trouble on my mind
Refuse to
Here's ticket
Hear the drummer get
The crew to you to push the to Black
so I sack and jack
Then the Mac
Now I'm to mic it
(You know I it) huh
Hear my favoritism "Oh"
Never be a brother me go solo
Laser, anesthesia, ya
Ways to blaze brain and train ya
The way I'm living,
What I'm up
X on the flex, hit me now
I don't know later
As for now, I know how to avoid the
Man, I've had it up to
Gear I got 'em going in fear
said and
Read a bit ago
Not quitting,
Signed the rhymer
Work to keep from jerked
some ways
To way back in the better
Raw metaphysically
Never followed a
dropped a load
Never what I am God knows
Cause it's from the heart
I got better get some
(Get on up) hustler of

Been spit in the
But the rhymes keep
Respects been giving how's ya
Now I can't a paid off defect
Check the
And reckon an intentional
Played off as intellect
Made the call, took the
Broke the
Not my fault that falling off
Known as fair
my years
So I growl at the foul
Black to the bone my is your home
So welcome to the

Subordinate
off an era
Cold pain
My 98 was 87 on a yo
So now I go
Crucifixion ain't no
So-called frozen
Apology to whoever pleases
Still they got me like
I sing, bring, think, reminisce
'Bout a while I'm in sync
brother ain't a brother cause a color
Just as well be undercover
Backstabbed, grabbed a
the back of the lab
a Rab get off the rag
Sad to say I got down the river
Still some quiver I deliver
Never to say I never or had a clue
was Herb, plus hard on the boulevard
Lies, scandalizin',
Traits of who's celebrating with Satan?
I rope-a-dope the with righteous
Bobbing and weaving and let the good get
C'mon
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Caught in the race time
The pit and the
Check the rhythm and
I'm bending 'um
Snakes blowing up the of design
to blind the science I'm sending 'em
How to the power
Cannot run and
But it be suicide
In a game a fool the rules
Got a hell of a to just criticize
brother ain't a brother
Cause a hand
on Malcolm X the man
The shooting of Huey
From a hand of a Nig who pulled the
It's weak to speak and blame somebody
When you destroy
First nothing's than a mother's pain
Of a son slain in
Can't wait for the to decide the fate
So this jam I
Places the racist faces
of one of many cases
The Greek weekend I speak
From a lesson in Virginia (Beach)
I don't in the line of fire
I go
But on bass and drums and even violins
do gitcha head ready
Instead of physically sweaty
I get mad
I put it on a pad
Give ya that cha never had

Fear of rolling
God your soul and keep living
Never allowed, it loud
a bomb
Brain game Vietnam
as a team
Never alone
But
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