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 Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 12:30 pm
First you say, "Oh, well, maybe just an egg..."
Then your down to eating a third chicky leg
It's tricky to reg-u-late your mas-ti-ca-tions
Sad, even the Government can't slap you in probation
A boomb-a boom boom, with plenty of room
To bam-ba bam bam, eat two whole lambs with ham
We'll try to lock you in a pen tonight
Your problem's always been there's just too much cellulite
You're right, with that weight, legs couldn't brace it
Oh, another snack! You could always roll instead of chase it
This rhyme is elementary, but your seldom entering
You never box out of cardboard, you'd just bend the ring
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 11:35 pm
Ghost_The_Impure You never box out of cardboard, you'd just bend the ring and they never understand the power that a sentence brings to the equation, using weak words they think are menacing Let me sing, a song of the wrong and long drawn often not thoughtfully produced views you choose instead of loosin it properly I'm sick of the traffic. between here and there it's drastic They talk a lot of verbs, but refuse to ever take action They're passive what happened- to the battle star galactic shoot em all out of the sky tactics, the make handicapped chicks do gymnastics on the ******** it, everything I do is well crafted, but I mask it with practice
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2007 1:29 am
Tha Divinity Ghost_The_Impure You never box out of cardboard, you'd just bend the ring and they never understand the power that a sentence brings to the equation, using weak words they think are menacing Let me sing, a song of the wrong and long drawn often not thoughtfully produced views you choose instead of loosin it properly I'm sick of the traffic. between here and there it's drastic They talk a lot of verbs, but refuse to ever take action They're passive what happened- to the battle star galactic shoot em all out of the sky tactics, the make handicapped chicks do gymnastics on the ******** it, everything I do is well crafted, but I mask it with practice but some think there's a code to the skill, so they wanna crack this. they hate, and try to out-do you. but they they lack is the strong will to persevere in a life so turmoiled. cuz they expect to simply take what's yours until the plan's foiled. you see, cowards like that can't survive with the fittest who toil. these kids are spoiled. throw a fit, and leave their Pampers soiled. but because I'm a jerk, i love rubbing my hard work in their faces. tempting them to reach out and take, then move forward several paces. teasing the undeserving is my weakness. they wanna trade places. cuz they STILL aint realized to be #1, they MUST first join the races.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 11:40 am
Phoenix Fist Tha Divinity Ghost_The_Impure You never box out of cardboard, you'd just bend the ring and they never understand the power that a sentence brings to the equation, using weak words they think are menacing Let me sing, a song of the wrong and long drawn often not thoughtfully produced views you choose instead of loosin it properly I'm sick of the traffic. between here and there it's drastic They talk a lot of verbs, but refuse to ever take action They're passive what happened- to the battle star galactic shoot em all out of the sky tactics, the make handicapped chicks do gymnastics on the ******** it, everything I do is well crafted, but I mask it with practice but some think there's a code to the skill, so they wanna crack this. they hate, and try to out-do you. but they they lack is the strong will to persevere in a life so turmoiled. cuz they expect to simply take what's yours until the plan's foiled. you see, cowards like that can't survive with the fittest who toil. these kids are spoiled. throw a fit, and leave their Pampers soiled. but because I'm a jerk, i love rubbing my hard work in their faces. tempting them to reach out and take, then move forward several paces. teasing the undeserving is my weakness. they wanna trade places. cuz they STILL aint realized to be #1, they MUST first join the races. But undoubtedlly i am in another race, in a different land, where the weak mc's are washed away like sand, The heavenly sanctum of the illest,who never die, they pull off a jesus and live in the sky, whilst the other earthlings yell crucify, they are the wannabes,who should wanna be me, but don't want me to be, and so i cry... for the world who has forgotten the true meaning of a rhyme, from talkin about the dreamers, to bitches dancin, doin twisted s**t with they fingers, So i as mc must deliver, give out a heart and a liver, and fight for the wacked out niggas holdin guns without trigga's...
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 8:27 am
MC_Original Phoenix Fist Tha Divinity Ghost_The_Impure You never box out of cardboard, you'd just bend the ring and they never understand the power that a sentence brings to the equation, using weak words they think are menacing Let me sing, a song of the wrong and long drawn often not thoughtfully produced views you choose instead of loosin it properly I'm sick of the traffic. between here and there it's drastic They talk a lot of verbs, but refuse to ever take action They're passive what happened- to the battle star galactic shoot em all out of the sky tactics, the make handicapped chicks do gymnastics on the ******** it, everything I do is well crafted, but I mask it with practice but some think there's a code to the skill, so they wanna crack this. they hate, and try to out-do you. but they they lack is the strong will to persevere in a life so turmoiled. cuz they expect to simply take what's yours until the plan's foiled. you see, cowards like that can't survive with the fittest who toil. these kids are spoiled. throw a fit, and leave their Pampers soiled. but because I'm a jerk, i love rubbing my hard work in their faces. tempting them to reach out and take, then move forward several paces. teasing the undeserving is my weakness. they wanna trade places. cuz they STILL aint realized to be #1, they MUST first join the races. But undoubtedlly i am in another race, in a different land, where the weak mc's are washed away like sand, The heavenly sanctum of the illest,who never die, they pull off a jesus and live in the sky, whilst the other earthlings yell crucify, they are the wannabes,who should wanna be me, but don't want me to be, and so i cry... for the world who has forgotten the true meaning of a rhyme, from talkin about the dreamers, to bitches dancin, doin twisted s**t with they fingers, So i as mc must deliver, give out a heart and a liver, and fight for the wacked out niggas holdin guns without trigga's... Figures These MC's Play on big dreams of D's and stackin trees Don't realize these dreams come with fees like government cheese don't come with ease and there's a reason sleazy lives within a breaze beggin to the world of rhymin, on they knees bitin the hand that fed them, existed them, let them be like bees, hordin to the hive for sweet dreams they live they life addicted to sunbeams and pulled seams redemption on the way what is it you'll redeem?
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 8:36 pm
Mandarr 3.0 MC_Original Phoenix Fist Tha Divinity Ghost_The_Impure You never box out of cardboard, you'd just bend the ring and they never understand the power that a sentence brings to the equation, using weak words they think are menacing Let me sing, a song of the wrong and long drawn often not thoughtfully produced views you choose instead of loosin it properly I'm sick of the traffic. between here and there it's drastic They talk a lot of verbs, but refuse to ever take action They're passive what happened- to the battle star galactic shoot em all out of the sky tactics, the make handicapped chicks do gymnastics on the ******** it, everything I do is well crafted, but I mask it with practice but some think there's a code to the skill, so they wanna crack this. they hate, and try to out-do you. but they they lack is the strong will to persevere in a life so turmoiled. cuz they expect to simply take what's yours until the plan's foiled. you see, cowards like that can't survive with the fittest who toil. these kids are spoiled. throw a fit, and leave their Pampers soiled. but because I'm a jerk, i love rubbing my hard work in their faces. tempting them to reach out and take, then move forward several paces. teasing the undeserving is my weakness. they wanna trade places. cuz they STILL aint realized to be #1, they MUST first join the races. But undoubtedlly i am in another race, in a different land, where the weak mc's are washed away like sand, The heavenly sanctum of the illest,who never die, they pull off a jesus and live in the sky, whilst the other earthlings yell crucify, they are the wannabes,who should wanna be me, but don't want me to be, and so i cry... for the world who has forgotten the true meaning of a rhyme, from talkin about the dreamers, to bitches dancin, doin twisted s**t with they fingers, So i as mc must deliver, give out a heart and a liver, and fight for the wacked out niggas holdin guns without trigga's... Figures These MC's Play on big dreams of D's and stackin trees Don't realize these dreams come with fees like government cheese don't come with ease and there's a reason sleazy lives within a breaze beggin to the world of rhymin, on they knees bitin the hand that fed them, existed them, let them be like bees, hordin to the hive for sweet dreams they live they life addicted to sunbeams and pulled seams redemption on the way what is it you'll redeem? Redemption's an idea tossed out like a sky-hook from Kareem. Seeking redemption is to wipe the slate clean like a ravine. But why would the pride-less seek to atone? Without dignity, they just wanna be left alone to continue down the road with unfinished bridges. Blind-folded headed for a ledge that'll drop success from it's hinges. So rather than observe the obvious, I'll maintain myself. Take my own route where I lay the terrain myself. My own paths constructed by me, how can I be lost? Laying down my own law is my dream, but what's the cost? A little hard work and dedication, limited hesitation. So until then, I keep moving until I find a revelation. Merry Christmas!
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 9:24 am
Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 MC_Original Phoenix Fist Tha Divinity Ghost_The_Impure You never box out of cardboard, you'd just bend the ring and they never understand the power that a sentence brings to the equation, using weak words they think are menacing Let me sing, a song of the wrong and long drawn often not thoughtfully produced views you choose instead of loosin it properly I'm sick of the traffic. between here and there it's drastic They talk a lot of verbs, but refuse to ever take action They're passive what happened- to the battle star galactic shoot em all out of the sky tactics, the make handicapped chicks do gymnastics on the ******** it, everything I do is well crafted, but I mask it with practice but some think there's a code to the skill, so they wanna crack this. they hate, and try to out-do you. but they they lack is the strong will to persevere in a life so turmoiled. cuz they expect to simply take what's yours until the plan's foiled. you see, cowards like that can't survive with the fittest who toil. these kids are spoiled. throw a fit, and leave their Pampers soiled. but because I'm a jerk, i love rubbing my hard work in their faces. tempting them to reach out and take, then move forward several paces. teasing the undeserving is my weakness. they wanna trade places. cuz they STILL aint realized to be #1, they MUST first join the races. But undoubtedlly i am in another race, in a different land, where the weak mc's are washed away like sand, The heavenly sanctum of the illest,who never die, they pull off a jesus and live in the sky, whilst the other earthlings yell crucify, they are the wannabes,who should wanna be me, but don't want me to be, and so i cry... for the world who has forgotten the true meaning of a rhyme, from talkin about the dreamers, to bitches dancin, doin twisted s**t with they fingers, So i as mc must deliver, give out a heart and a liver, and fight for the wacked out niggas holdin guns without trigga's... Figures These MC's Play on big dreams of D's and stackin trees Don't realize these dreams come with fees like government cheese don't come with ease and there's a reason sleazy lives within a breaze beggin to the world of rhymin, on they knees bitin the hand that fed them, existed them, let them be like bees, hordin to the hive for sweet dreams they live they life addicted to sunbeams and pulled seams redemption on the way what is it you'll redeem? Redemption's an idea tossed out like a sky-hook from Kareem. Seeking redemption is to wipe the slate clean like a ravine. But why would the pride-less seek to atone? Without dignity, they just wanna be left alone to continue down the road with unfinished bridges. Blind-folded headed for a ledge that'll drop success from it's hinges. So rather than observe the obvious, I'll maintain myself. Take my own route where I lay the terrain myself. My own paths constructed by me, how can I be lost? Laying down my own law is my dream, but what's the cost? A little hard work and dedication, limited hesitation. So until then, I keep moving until I find a revelation. Merry Christmas! (may i just say that was a very deep and thought provoking rhyme. SO good lookin out to all ya'll merry christmas.)
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 7:59 pm
Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 MC_Original Phoenix Fist Tha Divinity Ghost_The_Impure You never box out of cardboard, you'd just bend the ring and they never understand the power that a sentence brings to the equation, using weak words they think are menacing Let me sing, a song of the wrong and long drawn often not thoughtfully produced views you choose instead of loosin it properly I'm sick of the traffic. between here and there it's drastic They talk a lot of verbs, but refuse to ever take action They're passive what happened- to the battle star galactic shoot em all out of the sky tactics, the make handicapped chicks do gymnastics on the ******** it, everything I do is well crafted, but I mask it with practice but some think there's a code to the skill, so they wanna crack this. they hate, and try to out-do you. but they they lack is the strong will to persevere in a life so turmoiled. cuz they expect to simply take what's yours until the plan's foiled. you see, cowards like that can't survive with the fittest who toil. these kids are spoiled. throw a fit, and leave their Pampers soiled. but because I'm a jerk, i love rubbing my hard work in their faces. tempting them to reach out and take, then move forward several paces. teasing the undeserving is my weakness. they wanna trade places. cuz they STILL aint realized to be #1, they MUST first join the races. But undoubtedlly i am in another race, in a different land, where the weak mc's are washed away like sand, The heavenly sanctum of the illest,who never die, they pull off a jesus and live in the sky, whilst the other earthlings yell crucify, they are the wannabes,who should wanna be me, but don't want me to be, and so i cry... for the world who has forgotten the true meaning of a rhyme, from talkin about the dreamers, to bitches dancin, doin twisted s**t with they fingers, So i as mc must deliver, give out a heart and a liver, and fight for the wacked out niggas holdin guns without trigga's... Figures These MC's Play on big dreams of D's and stackin trees Don't realize these dreams come with fees like government cheese don't come with ease and there's a reason sleazy lives within a breaze beggin to the world of rhymin, on they knees bitin the hand that fed them, existed them, let them be like bees, hordin to the hive for sweet dreams they live they life addicted to sunbeams and pulled seams redemption on the way what is it you'll redeem? Redemption's an idea tossed out like a sky-hook from Kareem. Seeking redemption is to wipe the slate clean like a ravine. But why would the pride-less seek to atone? Without dignity, they just wanna be left alone to continue down the road with unfinished bridges. Blind-folded headed for a ledge that'll drop success from it's hinges. So rather than observe the obvious, I'll maintain myself. Take my own route where I lay the terrain myself. My own paths constructed by me, how can I be lost? Laying down my own law is my dream, but what's the cost? A little hard work and dedication, limited hesitation. So until then, I keep moving until I find a revelation. Merry Christmas! Revelation comes with realization Reflection to philosophize this immunization the syringe to inject the heart of this gravitation This stagnation spreadin fast like fire throughout economical inflation Have to realize the world is more than racial degradation More than the pursuit of polkiticaly granted elation Dig this lyrical invasion It's amazin cuts through the brain like a liasion every cell vibin with this creation The way I bring black and white to gray like integration.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:00 pm
Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 MC_Original Phoenix Fist but some think there's a code to the skill, so they wanna crack this. they hate, and try to out-do you. but they they lack is the strong will to persevere in a life so turmoiled. cuz they expect to simply take what's yours until the plan's foiled. you see, cowards like that can't survive with the fittest who toil. these kids are spoiled. throw a fit, and leave their Pampers soiled. but because I'm a jerk, i love rubbing my hard work in their faces. tempting them to reach out and take, then move forward several paces. teasing the undeserving is my weakness. they wanna trade places. cuz they STILL aint realized to be #1, they MUST first join the races. But undoubtedlly i am in another race, in a different land, where the weak mc's are washed away like sand, The heavenly sanctum of the illest,who never die, they pull off a jesus and live in the sky, whilst the other earthlings yell crucify, they are the wannabes,who should wanna be me, but don't want me to be, and so i cry... for the world who has forgotten the true meaning of a rhyme, from talkin about the dreamers, to bitches dancin, doin twisted s**t with they fingers, So i as mc must deliver, give out a heart and a liver, and fight for the wacked out niggas holdin guns without trigga's... Figures These MC's Play on big dreams of D's and stackin trees Don't realize these dreams come with fees like government cheese don't come with ease and there's a reason sleazy lives within a breaze beggin to the world of rhymin, on they knees bitin the hand that fed them, existed them, let them be like bees, hordin to the hive for sweet dreams they live they life addicted to sunbeams and pulled seams redemption on the way what is it you'll redeem? Redemption's an idea tossed out like a sky-hook from Kareem. Seeking redemption is to wipe the slate clean like a ravine. But why would the pride-less seek to atone? Without dignity, they just wanna be left alone to continue down the road with unfinished bridges. Blind-folded headed for a ledge that'll drop success from it's hinges. So rather than observe the obvious, I'll maintain myself. Take my own route where I lay the terrain myself. My own paths constructed by me, how can I be lost? Laying down my own law is my dream, but what's the cost? A little hard work and dedication, limited hesitation. So until then, I keep moving until I find a revelation. Merry Christmas! Revelation comes with realization Reflection to philosophize this immunization the syringe to inject the heart of this gravitation This stagnation spreadin fast like fire throughout economical inflation Have to realize the world is more than racial degradation More than the pursuit of polkiticaly granted elation Dig this lyrical invasion It's amazin cuts through the brain like a liasion every cell vibin with this creation The way I bring black and white to gray like integration. integrating two opposing sides with an attempt at unity? nice idea, but I can't imagine us as one unit, see... so many are bull-headed, and in the end, want to be "right." rather than acceptance, proving victorious gives more delight. basic human nature, as we know, is to be dominant. so there'll always be at least ONE trying to be prominent. then in response, another seeks to even the odds. even surpass. until all that's left is conflict with pursuers on ur a**. so what's next? the creation of factions for those of similar views, which later evolves and the feeling of something familiar brews. that's right! the familiar feeling of knowing history will repeat. so it's back to square one... mankind's ill defeat.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 7:50 pm
Defeat is in no brits dictionary
Kill to the end, that's true victory
Spare none the axe or gun
Make niggas know they gotta run
Cause there is no man under the sun
Who can say, when it's all done
That they fought for all 9 yards
Greed and corruption made their hearts hard
We'd give up for a fancy new car
We'd toss away our hopes and dreams
We want success, not joy, it seems
Money rips apart life at the seams
Once again, back to the subject of the gun
It's time to start the soul's revolution
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 7:30 pm
Iight... haven't keystyle'd inna while, but im back. doubt for good tho... lol
It's time for a revolution/
Niggaz bringin' back tha distribution/
Leavin' tha block hot n heavy/
Wit loaded choppaz at tha ready/
Lil' baby, we gotta do whateva... to make dis chedda/
In dis weatha... life is do or die until we make life ********... i gotta loaded beretta n extra clip in tha passenger seat/
Ready t' protect me from any ******** dat wanna see me in tha street/
Peet... we got dat white cokey-inna on tha car-board desk/
Snuffin' n swervin' in tha whip got Bone lookin' like he got baby powder all ova his nose n his chest/
But i jest... white ain't tha only ********' color we dealin' wit/
s**t... as we move tha work, we see green paper fill us up like a fat a** b***h/
This s**t... ain't neva gon' stop cuz it move niggaz quickly t' tha top/
Easily makin' a couple grand a day just by slangin' hard or soft white rock/
Tha game aint tha same, it use t' be bout fame... now itz nothin' but dead presidentz/
Niggaz run up in ya residence t' kill ya ova it n leave no hard evidence/
Itz tha only life we got t' live, but most of us die t' get dead presidentz/ itz evident/
Why many of us niggaz don't live past 18 cuz we haven't figured out money is really quite irrelevant/
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 6:28 pm
BONA Face Killah Iight... haven't keystyle'd inna while, but im back. doubt for good tho... lol It's time for a revolution/ Niggaz bringin' back tha distribution/ Leavin' tha block hot n heavy/ Wit loaded choppaz at tha ready/ Lil' baby, we gotta do whateva... to make dis chedda/ In dis weatha... life is do or die until we make life ********... i gotta loaded beretta n extra clip in tha passenger seat/ Ready t' protect me from any ******** dat wanna see me in tha street/ Peet... we got dat white cokey-inna on tha car-board desk/ Snuffin' n swervin' in tha whip got Bone lookin' like he got baby powder all ova his nose n his chest/ But i jest... white ain't tha only ********' color we dealin' wit/ s**t... as we move tha work, we see green paper fill us up like a fat a** b***h/ This s**t... ain't neva gon' stop cuz it move niggaz quickly t' tha top/ Easily makin' a couple grand a day just by slangin' hard or soft white rock/ Tha game aint tha same, it use t' be bout fame... now itz nothin' but dead presidentz/ Niggaz run up in ya residence t' kill ya ova it n leave no hard evidence/ Itz tha only life we got t' live, but most of us die t' get dead presidentz/ itz evident/ Why many of us niggaz don't live past 18 cuz we haven't figured out money is really quite irrelevant/
Full to my fire, my reign never to be overshadowed
Call me Joesph Stalin in how I lead a Red Army into battle
Im a communist, and a dictator in how I run my town
40 Cal Glock serve as my sceptor, Dodgers fitted my crown
Blood in and blood out, try to fade me out the box
Have red dots on a ***** like he had chicken pox
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 12:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:32 pm
Nick Williams BONA Face Killah Iight... haven't keystyle'd inna while, but im back. doubt for good tho... lol It's time for a revolution/ Niggaz bringin' back tha distribution/ Leavin' tha block hot n heavy/ Wit loaded choppaz at tha ready/ Lil' baby, we gotta do whateva... to make dis chedda/ In dis weatha... life is do or die until we make life ********... i gotta loaded beretta n extra clip in tha passenger seat/ Ready t' protect me from any ******** dat wanna see me in tha street/ Peet... we got dat white cokey-inna on tha car-board desk/ Snuffin' n swervin' in tha whip got Bone lookin' like he got baby powder all ova his nose n his chest/ But i jest... white ain't tha only ********' color we dealin' wit/ s**t... as we move tha work, we see green paper fill us up like a fat a** b***h/ This s**t... ain't neva gon' stop cuz it move niggaz quickly t' tha top/ Easily makin' a couple grand a day just by slangin' hard or soft white rock/ Tha game aint tha same, it use t' be bout fame... now itz nothin' but dead presidentz/ Niggaz run up in ya residence t' kill ya ova it n leave no hard evidence/ Itz tha only life we got t' live, but most of us die t' get dead presidentz/ itz evident/ Why many of us niggaz don't live past 18 cuz we haven't figured out money is really quite irrelevant/
Full to my fire, my reign never to be overshadowed
Call me Joesph Stalin in how I lead a Red Army into battle
Im a communist, and a dictator in how I run my town
40 Cal Glock serve as my sceptor, Dodgers fitted my crown
Blood in and blood out, try to fade me out the box
Have red dots on a ***** like he had chicken pox
chicken pox light up my sox now they're white and red imma tell you ***** dont try me you'll end up layin dead i was gettin some head, and gettin dat green burnin you up like damn gasoline im a vocabulary machine, niggas read a book im a hustla homie, take a look and you i shook, not physically but lyrically now i should rip you apart, both spiritually and lyrically buy some land, put the deed in my hand niggaz cheaper than mr krabs, cant afford sand aight you know what iRep dis b***h is high clazz get yo a** in the guild, or you'll end up a loser real fast
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 9:49 am
xox__iLuv u more cookiez get yo a** in the guild, or you'll end up a loser real fast Your like a high school drop out, without class So you kick it at yo pad every day of the week Redefining a poarch monkey on a NY street You say your livin life to the fullest but your sellin weed and gettin high Waitin for the day you slip and get caught in a drive by Sure make a lot of paper but none of this is lagit Find your loungs decaying but you dont give a s**t This is your life and you swear your livin it well Repentin durring church but your still goin to hell So do what it do my brutha, live out the rest of your days Bucasue nobody hears you, thinking what your doin is just a phase In truth a grave digger couldnt do more dirt than yo crew Doesnt really matter cuz it'll be the end of you
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