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Één (één mic) micYeah, aha, yo…all i need one blunt, one page, and one penone prayer, tell God to forgive me for 1 sinmatter of fact maybe more then onelook back at all the hatred against mefuck all of them, Jesus died at age 33that's 32 shots from twin glocks 16 a piece, that's 32which means, one my of guns was holdin' 17'z27 hit your crew 6 went into youeverybody gotta die sometimehope your funeral never get shot upbullets tear through the innocentnothing is fair brothers roll upshooting from wheel chairs my heart is racingtasting revenge in the airi let this shit slide for too many yearstoo many times now I'm strapped with a couple of mac'ztoo many 9'z if ya brothers really with meget busy load up the semi'zdo more then just hold it explode the clip until you emptythere's nothing in our waythey bust - we bust, they rust - we rustleft right feel it, i feel it in my gutthat we take these bitches to warlie them down cause we stronger nowmy brothers the time is nowAll I need is one mic...

Welcome to the revolutionThis is gon' be televisedCoward dies a thousand deathsReal nigga never diesI had to memorize the rules of the gameI learned from the fools andGot jewels from the lamesRefuse to entertain you sucker niggas on IGI'm outside every day, nigga, find meSee, you can try me, just don't 6-9 meRealest nigga alive is how you define meBlatant with my right handSneaky my left hookAll my peers know my gear stuck on WestbrookYou claim to be the greatestAll over the sport but all I see is a niggaShakin' while holdin' the torchProceed, go 'head, try to take the leadAnd then tell us how it feels not to succeedUp to par and up to speedYou already know my bodyHow many more bars do you niggas need?

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Hlídat jeho umysly, ať do mozku mi nezakoření.cle ne dnes v noci. Dnes v noci bdím nad smrtí.IXRaz, dva, tři, můj drahý brachu nepokrevní.Měsíčku můj zimní, jednou ze své osy zběhni.Vpij se do mne zaživa a jednou staň mi společností.

When we come to seeThe teddy bears are here to playIf you don't come play with usThen we will kill youLook I'm done with it, anything I wanna do Cock back reload and just shootI'm at the end of giving a fuck ask me shit I don't really give a fuck about youI don't even wanna know what imma doBitch get out my face and just move I could take this whole place if you choose Please don't tell me what would you do I need another minute thoughWhere you at what you playing for Tell me what you really feeling right nowRight now when I'm coming off silly though I could give a fuck buckle upTie the mother fuckers upSee the tears rolling up spark it down And throw it up at them yeahI'm fucking up out of my mind why would I Try to stay alive when I die that I could've been the one that would've snapped Relapse like that with no hints at Being crazy that's me I'm a mother fucking monster Coming in your dreams imma haunt ya Body bags over body bags in my closet like I'm Dahmer That's me though Wanna talk then deep throat I didn't wanna do this but you motherfuckers wanna confuse this Done losing said I'm done with it never wanna lose again Got a 9 to my side packing 5 Looking at an eye for an eye bout to go and Leave the whole god damn world blind Haven't been able to sleep in like daysMonster inside of me filling with rage Trapping my soul like it's locked in a cageThe darkness is coming I'm losing my place When will this end man I'm losing my brains Haven't been thinking I'm going insaneLosing my feelings I can't feel my face soBe careful around me cuz nobodies safe Stuck having these suicidal thoughtsStuck having these suicidal thoughtsStuck having these suicidal thoughtsI'm here if you want to talkStuck having these suicidal thoughtsStuck having these suicidal thoughtsStuck having these suicidal thoughtsI'm here if you want to talkLast night had a dream, ran up in theBuilding with a semi-automatic call it magic and I'm Making everybody start to vanish on the scene (poof)Put the bodies in the attic I'm erratic gotta Have it like an addict or mechanic with the ratchet Mathematics had em adding up the bodies that I banish I'm Ecstatic but I've had it cause the bodies smell like crap and now I'm Panicking cause everything is rican like Hispanics Sir Im gonna need you to stop resisting arrestWhat are you doing let go of meTake this guy to the fucking psych wardI'm not a psycho I'm not a psychoSo they tell me that I'm crazy well Yea I may be and lately I want to Load a hundred rounds in a crowd then rid get of the Machine gun ShadySave me from the voices from the voices no Wait I like them they wanna help meNo no I need help what's going On somebody tell me Who are you get awayMan you better fucking Let us in evident that I'm present gonna be fucking up your Head like I'm Edison get the medicine and bet thatI'm menacing manifesting a medic to panic and I'm a Get him I'm resident with the venom and I'm a hit em to Venice then gotta be crossing the line like I'm tennis you want the Business ain't no forgiveness to witness and then I'm ending I'm Finishing the minute that I win it you get the venison Cause you don't want the beefKeep talking to Me stalking a freak off in a meat shop And I creep up and I'm grabbing and cracking his Teeth off in the sheetrock when the beat stop And I keep walking and peek on see the wife Of the man that I beat on then I keep gone Put the meat all in her scratching her back then I Jack off in a bean stalk with the corpseI'm cold like rock in the north or popping a Wart like a big man shots on the court like your Mom and your pop cling and they swap rings and Week later file for divorce like a bomb in the War make 'em blow up when she throw up looks Like we got a child to abort and your mom is a Hoe yup she said I'm not that mature so I Got her on my lap told my Johnson to grow upShow nuff I'm a find that ladyThen I'll grab her by the pussy like I'm pro TrumpSo tough get the rope up get her in a Bag then I'll put her in a tow truck so nuts Show up and I kill you any timeYou could never change me pennies dimesBitch I'm It PennywiseCan't nobody help me cause IHaven't been able to sleep in like daysMonster inside of me filling with rage Trapping my soul like it's locked in a cageThe darkness is coming I'm losing my place When will this end man I'm losing my brains Haven't been thinking I'm going insaneLosing my feelings I can't feel my face soBe careful around me cuz nobodies safe Still having these suicidal thoughtsStill having these suicidal thoughtsStill having these suicidal thoughtsI'm here if you want to talkStill having these suicidal thoughtsStill having these suicidal thoughtsStill having these suicidal thoughtsI'm here if you want to talkSaid I'm here cuz I wanna talk Right now when I'm scared I wanna blow it allPipe down little man we can talk it outNo need to resort to the violence nowFuck that where was this voice when I needed a friendNo where at all and I'm saying You don't need me to hold that hand of yours Stand command the lords help if you need toLook man I done been through it all Razor blades the same shade as pain got bombs in my cargo What about a shot gun or a knife with the lights down Stick 'em in right where the heart goThat's right though little bit of blood when the knife go All up inside em and i might go Nuts with the cocaine and the propaneWe're getting off track you were sayingHaven't been able to sleep in like daysMonster inside of me filling with rage Trapping my soul like it's locked in a cageThe darkness is coming I'm losing my place When will this end man I'm losing my brains Haven't been thinking I'm going insaneLosing my feelings I can't feel my face soBe careful around me cuz nobodies safe Stuck having these suicidal thoughtsStuck having these suicidal thoughtsStuck having these suicidal thoughtsI'm here if you want to talkStuck having these suicidal thoughtsStuck having these suicidal thoughtsStuck having these suicidal thoughtsI'm here if you want to talk

You've alarmed usCaptains and corporals, man rock with commandersI could've rocked the Armani, but man dropped the Gabbana'sBack to the OG rap, scrap that acousticBack to the OG trap, yeah that kind of musicSo take all your hats off, slap them at Whoo KidBack with them two packs, yeah, that nigga new BIGYeah I'm back nigga, new GiggsAnyone can get it, old boys or the new kidsYeah, I'm back and exclusive, yeah, I'm back and abusiveI used to mack with the burger, but now I'm back for the sushiBang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bangGang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangBang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bangGang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangBang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bangGang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangBang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bangGang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangUsed to run around with a whole lot of foodAin't got to trap, niggas know what I doSitting in my yard with a big boy spliffAnd a portion of chips and a phone full of nudesScumbag ting, honey, I'm sickRudeboy, I can get gully like BlittzRule number five, man, you know we never mention the priceAnd I treat that money like FlipzAnd I swear down, niggas always lying in their rap hooksProbably couldn't tell me how a strap looksBro 6ix got the tunes on his hard driveSo I tell him put the riddim on my MacbookYeah, they love it when I go in on a grime beatThey love it when I do it 'cause I rap goodMan, I never used to have no trainersNow I've got bare, that's word to my black footShutdown Twitter, my nigga, it's peakDoing like a million views in a weekYou ain't really fucking with the powers I've reachedBrothers in the church like "young nigga preach"I ain't even got to try prove what I'm onName's Big Mike, I do what I wantDem man talk 'bout the work that they mashBut the truth is dem man usually frontSo I fuck up the game on a psycho tingDon boy there on a giro tingCoco Pops and a morning spliffTwo slices of toast on a Milo tingPen in my right hand, Biro tingBig whips, stylo tingDem man are likkle like a micro SIMSome wasteman Toyota Aygo tingI go sick, nigga, I go inSounds of the skeng on a Spyro tingFire on the high road, fire on the back streetAnywhere I go, it's a pyro tingGirls go loose when the lights go dimMight go Keyshia's, might go Kim'sI could go Charlie Sloth or go Tim'sGo to the barber shop and get trimsThen I tell man you can miss me with the cyber-chat'Cause niggas just talk but I'm fine with thatAnd man wanna war on my InstagramYou see, I'd love to but I've got a flight to catchHashtag merky, I'd die for thatThe peng tings want Big Mikey backSaw my mandem blow and run the gameI thank God that I was alive for that, likeBang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bangGang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangBang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bangGang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangBang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bangGang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangBang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bangGang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangRap titan, black TysonStrategizing with niggas I'm categorized inA bag of pies in the kitchen, go grab a slice, thenGot consignment from bruddas who seek asylumI'm the fireman, fuck, I need a sirenPut an instrument to your neck, just like a violinThem niggas lying, them flows, they didn't sign themThat dope ain't got them dialling, their sofas ain't recliningI'm like Paul Crocker in the 90sMake your baby mother go shop in her nightieNo soft shit, just pain hereMan mosh pits like rock gigsDamn, watch Giggs, this ain't fairMan drop kids like daycareMan shot shit, man shape hereMan got digis, wait hereGot Rizlas, wait hereGot deliverers, wait hereMove over when I change gearI'm like Rudolph nigga, I'll rain, dearJust two of my niggas in the rer-terBeat gargoyle, sweets hard-boiledThese neeks can't toilWhy?

A vós, Senhor, eu clamo, e imploro a misericórdia de meu Deus.9. Que proveito vos resultará de retomar-me a vida, de minha descida ao túmulo? Porventura vos louvará o meu pó?

Real life porno shit, a bitch banging a bitchJumped up and put the condom on my dickKy'ed chyna's ass and starting looking for some shit6 9ing, multiple positionsEverybody cummin', no intermissionBig thick stickin', fuckin' in the kitchenWhip cream everywhere, everybody lickin'It went on like this all nightWhen I'm finished with them, look like they just lost a fightChorus: [big ed] (mo b. dick)Fuck who you wanna fuck (fuck who you wanna fuck)At the fuckfestSuck who you wanna suck at the fuckfestEat who you wanna eat (eat who you wanna eat)At the fuckfestCan't go meat to meat at the fuckfestFuck who you wanna fuck (fuck who you wanna fuck)At the fuckfestSuck who you wanna suck at the fuckfestEat who you wanna eat (eat who you wanna eat)At the fuckfestCan't go meat to meat at the fuckfestFuck who you wanna fuck (fuck who you wanna fuck)At the fuckfestSuck who you wanna suck at the fuckfestEat who you wanna eat (eat who you wanna eat)At the fuckfestCan't go meat to meat at the fuckfestFuck who you wanna fuck (fuck who you wanna fuck)At the fuckfestSuck who you wanna suck at the fuckfestEat who you wanna eat (eat who you wanna eat)At the fuckfestCan't go meat to meat at the fuckfest*loud panting until the end*

Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capableOf keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'causeI'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCARDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General ZodThis planet's Krypton- no, Asgard, AsgardSo you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off, then I'm reloadin'Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'But I got your mom deep-throatin'I'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothin' in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's me, my honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do thoughFor good at least once in a whileSo I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymesTo maybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come tryin'To censor you like that one lineI said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when ITried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from 2004 thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrowsYou write normal?

I get a "Hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boyI'ma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shit, get outta my face, lookin' boyBasically boy, you're never gonna be capableOf keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCARDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod, this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, AsgardSo you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadin' immediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'But I got your mom deep-throatin'I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothin' in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's me, my honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do thoughFor good at least once in a whileSo I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes to maybe to try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big, and here they come tryin' toCensor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP OneWhen I tried to say, "I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal comin' through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from 2004 thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrowsYou write normal?

Jenkins"A lot of tears shed over what you been through,A mothers pain pays, for what her kid do,As Bryan life fades, in the rear view,You a slave to hurt, but gotta see it through,We was both banging, Bryan and I,Different neighborhoods so we chose different sides,Confrontation in the street, so we had to ride,I wanted to fight, his pride felt I had to die,He screamed 187, I say I never hide,You know where Im at boy I aint hard to find,A couple weeks went by, we passin time,He seen me in the alley with his niggas, IWas just dealin off carry, then I seen the nine,Then I heard a shot, he just kept firen,I started runnin, duckin, now Im hidin,The whole time conscience of my own homicide in,I got away click click in the nick of time,His clip drop down, he start signifyin,You a bitch Cash run with ya bitch ass,Heard sirens, then I heard him hit the gas,Right then, I knew your son wouldn't last,I said to myself folk, I gotta kill his ass,Roll through my apartment hit the building fast,Gun outta my closet, hit the stick and dashPut the strap in my pocket my mission I saw em,Down the block sittin back sippin yack,I walked up like, whats the business fam,He started death in the eyes, then he shook his head,The broad he was with shook as fuck,Put the barrel to his head, buck buck buck,He fell to the ground, grass covered in blood,Ill probably go to hell for what I did to your son,I walked off slowly, bugged, I aint run,Its been five years, and though its never over,He left me no choice, I offer you closure,He left me no choice, I offer you closure.

(Ron Suno niggas know the fuckin' vibes)(Gang, yes, Totin' on sally and better)(Totin' on sally and better)(No sweat, gun in the sweater)(Don't give a fuck, told em' setup, faceUp face up, we some steppers like, yes)(Gun in the, VC, Bang bang)Hold onTotin' on sally and betterI'm movin' hot, got the gun in the sweaterPull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcherI call up Ricch he might aim at his niggaHold on, yes i'm throwin' shots better goPick your head upJackin' these boys let it off with BerettasFuck all the opps, gotta get us togetherTotin' on sally and betterI'm movin' hot, got the gun in the sweaterPull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcherI call up Ricch he might aim at his niggaHold on, yes i'm throwin' shots better goPick your head upJackin' these boys let it off with BerettasFuck all the opps, gotta get us togetherI'm on hots nigga what's the vibeEvery nigga that say my name gon' dieNigga Rocky send em' to the skyBitch like how, like what, like whyOff the dotty, face the shitOpp bitch, milk that bitchIf I want it I'll take that shitGotta value your life fore'I take that shit, bitchFree Loco you know that's the whipThrowin' up 4s don't drop my shitIn the heat I'm throwin' like 6If I'm runnin' em'Watch em' run and they tripAll niggas wanna be 41KI'm throwin' 41 shots with the stickAnd I don't care if I don'tGot my knocker on meHandy Manny that boy gettin' fixedBallin' like Allen when I got the knockerI ain't playin' I'll oot at your rimAnd these opp niggas reallyBe internet demonsAttached to the net like a rimI'm with some ooters, they throwin' up BrimFuck your dead, yeah they restin' in pissSpin through the opps, and all I see is redAnd this 40 gon' hit himAnd make that boy tripTotin' on sally and betterI'm movin' hot, got the gun in the sweaterPull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcherI call up Ricch he might aim at his niggaHold on, yes i'm throwin' shots better goPick your head upJackin' these boys let it off with BerettasFuck all the opps, gotta get us togetherTotin' on sally and betterI'm movin' hot, got the gun in the sweaterPull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcherI call up Ricch he might aim at his niggaHold on, yes i'm throwin' shots better goPick your head upJackin' these boys let it off with BerettasFuck all the opps, gotta get us togetherGrrah, they like Jenn whyYou movin' like thatCus' I steady be ootin' the strapFeel like I'm DOLO all over the mapLike she a baddie, she touch on my tatsLike a baker I'm stacking the cakeHe movin' smelly you know imma' sprayHe geekin' I oot it like KlayTryna get rich and theres 41 waysLike I'm Melo I play for the KnicksHe move Wok, up it and blitz, likeI won't stop til' I'm richTaTa gon' flockHe might bend through the stripLike I'm bussin' the 9 on my hipHe runnin' Ricky got turned to a glipSay I stay on they mind like a brimIf he talk on the net then he losin' a limbOn the block and I'm chillin' with rowersHow you say you throw shotsBut you don't thoughOff the Henny I beat it in slo-moLike, said that nigga got jumped, no pogoAnd I said I'm up now, fuck nextLabels is callin', I send out the debtsLike I been told you niggasI'm best of the bestNo Lil Uzi I keep a PatekRed beam, put the dot on his chestAnd we gonna' click til' he dropFeel like Drummond when I'm on the blockI got the drum, you get shot out your socksAnd I won every battle I lostHe tryna diss, he gon' see what it costI'm tryna geekPut off the detty he throwin' like MossAyo Sheik, we missed the V'Take down gang, put the beam on his teeHe a fraud, not with the teamLike she a thot, she be moppin' the teamLet me see what that back doAim at his put the beam on his satchelMake a movie, this gun is my actorI know the role bitchYou don't gotta act tough (Where he at?)

Write my name in cursive, i've been around not where you left meI hear them bars, they feeling emptyThought I left behind some lessonsBut y'all don't read between the linesHow many times I get fo school these kids, that ain't my 9 to 5Man na baba I get fo shidon fo backendDi enjoy while yall spit like i'm taking that ass from back andY'all made daddy mad gotta correct the funny accentsThrow petals just to announce my fucking présenceCuz I , i'm ahead of my timeAgeing like fine wineGot no business with stars cuz man di shine all the time200k for a verse they say i'm cappingBut i've been international since 2011Check the soundcloudMan's don't need a stunt to pull the whole crowdMen them now di bend down touch their toes to get the contractI no fit ever live on my kneesI'll rather die on my feet,Of course it is what it isBut I no di accept defeatWhen you talk true them say u be na haterI've been a villain all my lifeThey likam when you fakamSometimes them man di water these bars just to get it acrossCause u know where they stand, my shit put them on pausePauseLyrical legit, my flow di sweet like na mungwinI bite their wings off when I spitTopoh plenty fo this streets but fo backam na some sickAll way na way , waka chew talk mendem too like tinWant me a grassland queen but my contacts full of mami waterAnd my bakwere girl gat another molaMy yangi girl like na tumaMy gondere too no fit cook esuba and zamogenI no go fit for cop my name enongenMwanekosse you know the boy gon representWhen you asangeh means you dey my endYou welcome for ma endI do this for the cultureNostradamusWe seen the futurePut the hating behind usSee if you gat lifeYou gat more actionThe more you work the more you get tractionFocused on my worth and not your validationAin't scared to take this step on my elevationHeard a rich man say money ain't everythingOver here mayne it's money on everythingMoney over love I meanOr so we make it seemRoad blocks check stopsLights made deamedThose on the family picture got you framedOh what a shameEverybody gat questionsOnly few find di answersSome people know their wayOthers will never findWe the ones to lead the wayI never follow blindSteady on my purposeSome like jesus christDRAAAGIf you hear the sound of the gunThat means you still aliveNever knew what i'll becomeUntil I grew to realizeMy life story interestingIf you listenCouple friends fell offProphecy manifestingI flash lightMendem start illuminateShow me their true colorsMan i just start alienateWait!!

I put a spell on you (because you're) I put a spell on you, because you're mine Tem aqueles moleque ali também né(Chega aí porra) chama os moleques pa casa oh caralhoYou're mineChama, chamaChama os muleke, eu 'to chamado, convocado, eu 'to conectadoE é comprovado, vem chegando aquele, o que não foi chamadoInflama sobe a chama, fogo na baganaVagabundo chama achando que ela é dama, ela chama um bacanaBacana chama grana, e grana chama famaFama chama apart no Hotel CopacabanaMente insana, luzes, flash, flechada na sua caraE foram te chamar pra te botar numa furadaE que mancada, mas não faça enxame, talvez me chameSe os cara tira onda, nós tiramo TsunamiNão se engane, não reclame no tatame é o que háQuando brotar a boa eles não vão lá te chamarO bagulho fica doido, aí geral te envolveChama os maluco doido da CONE que eles resolveChama o Rany e o Cert pra fechar numa bongadaChama o Batoré pra fumar um da importadaA vida cobra e não te permite viver na falhaChama o Papatinho, homem sujeito que trabalhaA rima que estraçalha na cara dos canalhaChama o Maomé se for chamar pra uma batalhaE chama o Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora e MaoméE chama o Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora e MaoméE fala pra geral chamar as amigasE fala pra geral chamar as amigasTem uns muleke de Blackberry, outros mano de YogoberryEu na larica de Blueberry, bebendo minhas Bloody MaryDepois de dropar a série, bongado pela manhãVou 'tá velho pra caralho, sem crescer, igual Peter PanEntão me tira da Terra do Nunca, tenta e tu se fodeSe uma mina consegue, vou parar lá no Mundo de BobEle é fantástico, sou ágil pras menina igual sabãoTenta me segurarNão, não escorrego da tua mãoAbaixou, pegou no chão, ficou um pouco vulnerávelQuero as baixinha de fácil manuseio, maleávelCha-chama, chama os muleke, que agora é hora do RapTraz os ret, deixa as puta em casa, senão rola stressE eu já 'to cansado disso, 'to sem saco pra discussãoSó irmão sem cuzão, só o espaço do quarto pro somSessão de dom, os doente mental mostra o flow que difereChama geral, neguinho, chama os mulekeChama os muleke, caraE joga as carne na brasaChama as amiga e faz a festa lá em casaChama a fumaça, iluminação, palco pra fazer um somNão esquece do beck bom, pede as garrafa pro garçomChama a sinunca, a cerva e erva e também as malucaChama a canela pros pela que seca meu gleglen da frutaChama com fé, geral que quer chamar as mulherNa moral, mané, essa é pra chamar quem tu quiserAhhh, só tem maluco do pedaço nesse quartoOs maluco tão lançando um pedaço, uns só 1/4Pra alguns, o que não faz nenhum sentido, pra outros está mais que claroEu só quero minha mina, uma dose e mais um tragoE chama o Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora, o MaoméChama o 2D, 51, o Topre e o ZarcehE fala pra geral chamar as amigaE pra essas amigaChamar mais amigaTambém quero o que há de bom, entro no palco com o pé direitoPra ver se tudo se acerta e essa chama um dinheiroLimpo sem esquema, sem treta, cadeia, algemaHoje eu nem quero falar nisso porque isso chama problemaEntão, só chama quem é família, a DiretoriaNão chama quem é X9 porque eles chama a políciaJá que é só beck, Rap, e cerva nas trackPra manter essa chama acesaChama os mulekeE chama o Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora, o MaoméE chama o Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora e o MaoméE fala pra geral chamar as amigasE fala pra geral chamar as amigasChama os mulekes da rua, é o bonde da madrugadaPras velha do condomínio, minha cabeça não tem nadaBruxa murcha, enrugada, 'tá na varanda penduradaPra escoltar meus camaradas iniciando cigarradaOs flagrantes são meus pés, eu corro a 210Acompanho o flow no jazz, rimando pros meus fiéisAlguém quer te ver na bad, te impede de usar até dreadSó que aqui não tem nenhum nerd obedecendo quem pedeNo meu canto tranquilãoCom planos pro reveillónBongando todas taponGordinho trouxe o marromSó esperando outro blackout, safados fazendo fraudeQuem 'tá dirigindo um Audi nunca tomou banho de baldeEntão vamo dá o baque, meu bonde vem tipo as FARCMorro e volto igual 2Pac, vou ligar pro mano IsakEntão o papo já 'tá dado, 'tá geral aqui convidadoPode chamar os recalcado, mas dá o endereço erradoMe chama, me chamaChama os mulekeChama, cha-chamaChama os mulekeChama, chama, cha-chamaSó chama quem é parceiro, não chama quem é vacilãoSó chama quem é parceiro, não chama vacilãoNão chama aqueles muleke que são mó bundãoSó chama quem é parceiro, chama quem é irmãoSó chama quem é parceiro, não chama quem é vacilãoSó chama quem é parceiro, não chama vacilãoE chama todas as gostosas que tão ligadas no somSó chama quem é parceiro, chama quem é irmãoE chama o Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora, o MaoméE chama o Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora e o MaoméE fala pra geral chamar as amigasE fala pra geral chamar as amigasE chama o Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora, o MaoméE chama o Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora e o MaoméE chama o Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora, o MaoméE quem, e quem, Rany MoneyE quem, e quem, e quem, e quem, e quem, Rany MoneyChama o Cert, chama o Ari, chama o Papatinho e já era (you're mine)

Nine shots in the Ruger (Th-that's Rash)Gllt, gllt (Drugs cookin')Step on the court, they like"Watch the shooter"Look, this ain't a game, it's warm-ups(Warm-ups)I'm with the ooters, don't talk much(Talk much) bro hop out, do walk ups (Brrt)Whole lot of sticks on this tour bus (Baow)No, we ain't stopping for jakes, waitDon't give a fuck what they sayHome run, three-four base platesBlue check on me, Chase BankThis ain't a game, it's warm-ups (Warm-ups)I'm with the ooters, don't talk much(Talk much) bro hop out, do walk ups (Brrt)Whole lot of sticks on this tour bus (Baow)No, we ain't stopping for jakes, waitDon't give a fuck what they sayHome run, three-four base platesBlue check on me, Chase Bank (Look)Feelin' like money, a whole lot of gualaI'm drinking codeineIt's straight from the bottleBitch from the hood told me she wanted Prada(What?)

Avec un putain d'lettrageEh approche écoute, hoche la tête si t'accrochesPour nos familles et nos proches, c'est gravé dans la rocheSortis de nulle part, c'était écrit c'est pas un hasardUn jour notre blaze s'ra gravé dans la rocheOn lâche pas on s'accroche, du but on s'rapprocheSur l'disque ou sous l'porche c'est gravé dans la rocheMan on reste les mêmes, on retranscrit la vie qu'on mèneSur disque ou sur scène c'est gravé dans la rocheMalgré tout ce qui s'est passé j'ai pas changéJ'suis toujours le même enfoiré, j'retourne pas ma ste-veNon, j'garde mes principes et mes points d'attachesJ'kiffe pas la célébrité, j'ramasse juste mon cashM'faut mes points de repères, sinon j'suis du-perLa mille-fa la go les compères c'est pépèreRien à foutre de leur hip-hop jet-setJ'profite de la chance que j'aiJ'joue pas l'cain-ri j'me prends pas la têteJ'suis pas une vedette, et j'veux pas en être uneJ'suis pas mieux qu'un autre, j'ai pas marché sur la LuneGravé dans le bitume gravé dans la rocheJuste ma plume et mes proches, j'me rappelle de nos débuts9.7. commencement de l'histoireProposition d'album on voulait même pas y croire30.01.2001 la machine s'met en route2003 toujours le kiff le succès rien à foutreMaint'nant qu'on est al', on compte bien y resterGravé sur la dalle, aimés ou détestésL'aventure continue et continueraInch'allah qui vivra verraEh approche écoute, hoche la tête si t'accrochesPour nos familles et nos proches, c'est gravé dans la rocheSortis de nulle part, c'était écrit c'est pas un hasardUn jour notre blaze s'ra gravé dans la rocheOn lâche pas on s'accroche, du but on s'rapprocheSur l'disque ou sous l'porche c'est gravé dans la rocheMan on reste les mêmes, on retranscrit la vie qu'on mèneSur disque ou sur scène c'est gravé dans la rocheJ'ai presque arrêté l'chanvre, fini d'rapper dans ma chambreTu sais, tout a changé depuis le 11 septembreMais pour le reste c'est idem, du kiff-kiff au finalT'as reconnu la voix que t'aimes, la même signature vocaleChacal à l'arrache, du hip-hop sans complexeTellement gravé dans la roche que j'allume mes clopes au silexRiche pas encore, toujours le même problème de flousCette maladie incurable qui s'soigne par pack de 12Eh ma belle, y a pire Bach' se tue à la tâcheRespire la vie est belle ça s'écrit pas V.I.HToujours le même salaud, dégueulasse, efficaceRapace qui joue l'beau alias TunisianoMon premier cassage de dos, comme mes premières thunesMon premier pas en studio comme le premier pas sur la LuneLes mêmes raclis les mêmes timiniks pressentisOukhti, ras mgheti o zouk ye3tiLes mêmes histoires de termas J.LO ou R.KellyDe la mort d'Biggie, au pont d'l'Alma et Lady DIci tu hoches la tête l'album te met en transeSniper gravé dans la roche on revient choquer la FranceEh approche écoute, hoche la tête si t'accrochesPour nos familles et nos proches, c'est gravé dans la rocheSortis de nulle part, c'était écrit c'est pas un hasardUn jour notre blaze s'ra gravé dans la rocheOn lâche pas on s'accroche, du but on s'rapprocheSur l'disque ou sous l'porche c'est gravé dans la rocheMan on reste les mêmes, on retranscrit la vie qu'on mèneSur disque ou sur scène c'est gravé dans la rocheJe rappe ghetto, ouais je rappe ma vieOn persiste et on lâche pas prise quoi qu't'en disesOn vient pour contrôler le réseauMarquer de mon emblème ce monde si hostileEh approche écoute, hoche la tête si t'accrochesPour nos familles et nos proches, c'est gravé dans la rocheSortis de nulle part, c'était écrit c'est pas un hasardUn jour notre blaze s'ra gravé dans la rocheOn lâche pas on s'accroche, du but on s'rapprocheSur l'disque ou sous l'porche c'est gravé dans la rocheMan on reste les mêmes, on retranscrit la vie qu'on mèneSur disque ou sur scène c'est gravé dans la roche

Vers 6: BalthasarArmy-cap, flammekaster, flows og karate-jabsSå meget ved siden af mig selv at jeg gæstefeater mit eget rapDu dræber det fordi dine bars er wack, Mars AttackJeg er ligesom Steven Haddock, skyder med skarpt og rammer bredtGår under huden på dig som en radiomast Og brænder mig fast bag din kranieskal som et Aqua trackBlev fandme altid irettesat som lille fordi jeg harakat og friturestegte min barndomskatLivet er en Kafka roman, spytter på unge knægte fra den franske altanJeg plejede at te mig som et barn hele dagen, så det er ironiskHvordan jeg følte mig lettet da jeg dræbte Peter PanMere end bare en kende god, så meget på det næste niveau at mit talent har brug for en hesteskoVil nok aldrig føle mig tilstrækkelig som en pædagogFørst når jeg sejler ned af floden Styx får jeg sjæleroVers 7: AkaPelleHip Hop lever, så længe folk laver beats, maler og skriverNår jeg rapper kan jeg mærke jeg er i live Og jeg har gjort det siden skolegårdens klatrestativSå bare smid mig nogle beats jeg kan skære i skiver Og æde råt eller glasere med den reneste sativaJeg sidder stadig og smiler fordi jeg ved hvor pissefed min næste plade den bliverSå Run For Cover, motherfucker, inden jeg blower upNyt blod på scenen fra en 28 årig kropStadigvæk dope as fuck, rim der river hovedet af dig som cappen på MolotowPå et godt gammeldags posecutSkru det op indtil lortet vækker din boligblokOrdentlig fucking fråderen ligesom sovsen i en StroganoffAkaPelle plade ude før du får set dig omVers 8: Ham Den LangeLaver beats, laver kaffe, laver damenHar det fint, cigaret på altanenGår i krig i en fart, følger planenJeg er i hi, det er en start, lad os jammeOkay okay, hundeliv, musikantKlæ'r mig ud som Kanye West når jeg skal ud med pantTror det' normalt, stabilt nok, men det kan hurtigt gå galtJeg holder hovedet oppe, endevender tagstenHjemsender bagsiden, ingen tjener penge længereVinden vender snartNo go med iHat, der low på mit regnskabSå doven jeg får sidestik at scrolle på min iPad14 dage med pop siger KrelleJeg trænger til at være fucked up i skalleStår på balkonen med mine nosser i hånden Og nyder pausen indtil virkeligheden slår på gong gongenVers 9: LaxFuck at lave stand-up jokes på et posecut Lax kvitterer med et andet sprog, der detonerer på din boligblok, spytter gloser nok, til at omvende katatrofer så, de går i en lang bue forbi os når vi tropper op, fucked, på alt, Hele flokken kører på halv blus op igennem din loft uden at stoppe før vi ender op på toppen, Og de spoler tilbage troede nålen hoppede, uden at fatte at det jeg sagde i virkeligheden ik var så fedt, Men den kloge narrer den mindre kloge, og det åh, så nemt når alle andre har et simplere sprog, de spytter med elendige flows, Bro, de blandet op de dårlige cuts de ik dope, De altid over hvor gærdet er lavest Hårde når geværet er savet over på der hvor man lader, dårlige til våben og plader, ligvogne i gader med skud i foden gang på gang, Og hjernemasse op på ruden, Bang Bang BangVers 10: Nicho1I er ligeså søde som et glad nutellaPas nu hellere på, jeg går Michael FassbenderPå din enklave af Yes-Men, X-Men, MagnetoDu er wack og grim og din bedste ven er fascistoKokser ekstremt, bokser over vægtklasseNår vi er i boksen og lægge rappenGår tosserne i ekstaseDu drømmer om en sekskantPå en bondegård med tre grise, et får og Jens HansenVil også være ekstravagant og lægge det mandMen er en pænt, lalleglad, klæbrig svansMed en EP ude og den er dælme ringeSelv uden en sjette sans kan du se at du ikke længere er i blandt osHar det fandens godt, chiller med risvin og dampede dumplingsHelt til grin, spiller andenviolin, baren i småstenGammelt møgsvin, Al Bundy, samme tøjstilDin vamle møgdeal har samme værdi som en Sloths pilsDJ FMD:Beatet det er dopeFår hovedet til at nikke til nakken går af led

I ride into your mind by surprise on phased laserscnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razorsCuz yes I am un chien andalous and a debaserIrradiating worlds with my words and bad behaviorIn bursts of gamma rays like thermonuclear annihilationMy verses vaporize and incinerate entire civilizationsI will blast your ass back into the past and have you asking For narcan up your nose for an overdose with your last gasping Breath Yes hello this is your death and as your teeth disintegrateBeneath the shadow of the shovel with the dirt falling into your face In the deep dark pussy full of shredded turf in the asshole in the earth That we are now making into your graveWith the sphagnum peat I'm putting your mouth It doesnt matter if you wanna shout at the shadeBecause youre getting laid down to rest In the dust of the bed that you yourself have already made Man I was creeping and crawling without a map all in a daze back in the dayThrough twisting cracks and red bricks in back alleys In the shadow of the valley in the shape of a mazeMade of black mist and mad fists and my head was damaged and I had to manage My own hot ferocity because im feral and that's for real But I still have the capacity for clarity and great generosity and mad prophecy I've just always had this heavenly weaponry and dead ass tenacity The rounds in the clips of my pistols are the sounds of my mysterious cnd miraculous Intergalactic and crystal veracity cnd I still can't figure out for the life of me why people be asking me While the entire world burns in a fiery fluid flood Of hilarious and terrifying trickery and motherfuckerycnd manic mockery and heartbreakingly tragic catastropheYo piscadoro mister guero pistolero Why you ain't got no trabajo but you still got that dinerocnd I swear bro I dont know I just be hustling while swervin and swimminLike a magical landfish with nice feet in the dust of the desert selling Drugs to violent men and promiscuous women (who also have nice feet) I take delight in delirium and soak up fluid in the gloom like sphagnum In the shadow of smith and wesson and at the root of the mysterium magnum In the transcendental mental and metaphysical pangender bathroom at the velvet underground subterranean nine eleven terrorism aquariumWhere I let go of cold stars gone dark after they turn to shit so I can no longer carry themYou must understand that this is fundamental to my sense of who I am That im more than just clever Im very alive and my love is a lever That lifts a grand dandelion into and over the threshold of forevercnd makes you and you mother and your father and sister and brother and whoeverReach up high into the sky and scream thank you god and god damn this is betterThan any shit I ever heard and my bond is my wordYeah I meant to talk like a five percenter With blonde hair in what I just said there Where you at ninja, your mom calls me dick guzinyaIm always learning and relearning as I fly from my constantly burningI and I from the infernal ground out into the external world turningOutward and upward into the eternal sky like a spiral Going viral and endlessly whirlingccross the universe from the Oakland c's to all the Beatles To the seven c's and de la soul and george and weezy The ghost of warren zevon and the heroin needles of carmelita Hey desiree I missed you that day I hope you can still see me holler if you need meIm the new sheriff in town like cleavon little in that old cowboy movieSo you can meet me in the meadow where the grand dandelion seeds go to get blowncnd hopefully sewn cnd we can get our swerve on and so on or whatever you need to believe me There's something before us and after that ive always already knownI may be a greasy ass mess but I'm blessed with the grace of this mysterious blissThis gift of gab my fantabulary vocabumalary From my own mystical lips that do so love to talk shit even as the cops capture mecs my shit hits you alphabetically acrobatically like macro dose acid trips Happily magically photosynthetickinetically and metathemagically While it tickles the clit in your soul till you gush Like Molly Bloom beyond all the doom in a spiritual epiphany Bitch dont get mad at me Learn to handle the rush It's ok if you blushYou'll be glad that you had meIt'll take some work shit I'm a real deal motherfuckin misfit Who flips scripts and spits intercontinental ballistic missles Of arguably infantile fissile material like my own personal isotope of uranium Made out of my own transgalactictic neurosynaptic spittle From deep in the high density core of my exotic and hot toxic brainium Inside the omnivorous ambivalent carnival ride of my own insane funhouse mirror and swiss cheese and new jersey to arizona back to north cackalacka cracka ass craniumYeah im fucked up but so what I shout out what I say what I'm feeling like church bells pealing cll through the galaxies and all the stars and the planets all interconnectedly wheelingWith all the sirs and madams and blurred atoms and smeared red shift photons and wavicles ridiculously running around bleeding and screamingI couldn't lose the music If I tried and I'll be using it amusingly for decades after I die as the whole world is grieving, the fuck you want me to do in this world as your girl writes my name ten thousand times imitating my high wild rhymes In her period blood on the bedroom and bathroom ceilingsNow go smoke ten thousand blunts with angel dust and get properly wastedThat shit'll blow your mind and help you finally find your inner self in outer space kidThat throbs with a powerful force behind your face and if you close your eyes to seecnd let your vision go within your eye will will turn into a bright and shining magical mysterySacred and divine unfolding stories told in poems and in songs neverendlngly rhyming Spaces sparkling in the darkling depths between heaven and seven eleven on earthcll perpetually mixed and blending and braided in interdimensionally intertwining and smilingct the infinite and miraculous stories stored in the special space found in the single Signal overloaded with symbols that could only come as a condensed transcendent translation that i meant to write down for the good of the nation but could not for I found no papercnd I was broke as a joke but I still schemed and dreamedUntil I busted at the seams and while stoned I figured out How to store it all in something steaming like methamphetanyl vapors cnd that's what's up and what it's all aboutDo you remember the ghost out in the mist whose disembodied lips you once kissed and missed the mostDuring the time when in a rhyme you roamed far from all you'd ever known cs you searched around the world I know it's been ten thousand years since you've been home but listen to this Little miss odysseus I too have sailed these seven seas and I was not mistaken when I spoke of having broken The seven seals of of the vials of the revelation's strange and dangerous mysteriesYou think im joking?

America, welcome to the land of the slave (yeah)Where they do anything for money, the consequences is the cage (uh-huh)Follow the path of a dummy, hop a fence into they grave (woo)You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways (uh-huh)The enemies get what they deserve, innocents get the straysEverything ain't all grav,y baby, niggas subject to change (uh-huh)And it gotta be the paper 'cause niggas is actin' strange (uh-huh, Whoo Kid)I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah)Feelin' dirty from haze, as strong as thirty grenadesWhen it comes to ammunition there's thirty .30s and 'K'sAnd them Trays hold me down like that du-rag that's on ya' waves, bro (woo)America, welcome to the land where they kill (uh-huh)America, welcome to the land where they steal (yeah, damn)Where niggas'll call ya' bluff 'til you let 'em know shit is realAnd material shit, I'll make bitches head over heelsWhere drama appeals to most of the kids so they watchWhere they shoot at cops, and most little niggas don't know they popsWhere peer pressure comes on you smoke weed, get bent to be cool (uh-huh)Where the girls lose their virginity in elementary school (oh, Whoo Kid)Where ambulances are late, club floors get left with stainsOver stepped on sneakers, nigga what set you claim (yeah, yeah)Where niggas are ghetto, fabulous pullin' them nice whips (James Cruz)Where cops'll fuck you up with flashlights and night sticks, whoaAmerica, welcome to the land where they frame you (frame you)America, welcome to the land where they hang youWhere it doesn't pay to live without sin, don't be a angel (uh-uh)In a regular day just chillin' a bullet can rearrange you (non-stop)Where cats'll stab you the first time they get the chance to (uh-huh)The envious ways of a coward won't do nothing but amp youI'm from Southside, Jamaica where convicts and stars are born (that's right)Where you can wake up in the morning and ya brand new car's goneWhere niggas that you grew up with are speedin' and smokin' crackPlay Russian Roulette with they dreams and there's no way to get 'em back (uh-huh)Where the hood rats'll surround you to concentrate on ya' stackIt's kinda hard to keep ya' cool when there's constant heat on ya' back (back)New York CityThat's where I stayWhere every dayIs foul play (Barry Williams)We got ours, so you should have yours (uh-huh)'Cause it won't be no warnings when it's time to go to war (what)New York CityThat's where I'm from (uh-huh, Tony Yayo)I got my vestI got my gun (G-Unit radio)And you should runIf you ain't got wrong (yeah, part eleven)'Cause it won't be no warnings When the wolves are comes (yo Banks, lemme-lemme shine)I got Timberwolves in MinnesotaAnd got them New York Knicks up in that baking sodaHomie, I cross over with Rugers in Vancouver when it's Grizzly (woo)In a Portland Trailblazer if your ass don't hit meYou get shot in your Cavs in Cleveland, start bleedin' (damn)And now you wanna bitch and can't ball all seasonYo, I'm rollin' Phillies up with the 76ers (come on)And got my Heat up in Miami on the beach with my niggasAnd them hoes from Atlanta is Hawkin' (woo)'Cause they see them Denver Nuggets on my neck while my ass is walkin'Stash the gun now I'm in Phoenix sun (damn) 'Cause I'm a Golden State warrior that stay on the runI'm in the truck, countin' up Milwakee BucksAnd I stay with the ratchet 'cause that's what's up (damn)I got a Wizard in DC that chef up O'sSo I'm livin' like a King in SacramentoWhen I'm out in Chicago I'm on some Bull-shitYou know semi-automatic I stay with a full clipWith them Houston Rockets, baby 9 in my pocketHypnotic and bomb chronic, bang you with the Sonics (Shadyville)I'm that nigga that'll Los Angeles clip youSlow your pace in Indiana when you countin' them figures (woo)Yo, I'm out in New Orleans whoadie duckin' them WarrantsYou get stung by my MAC like a batch of HornetsTime is splurge like the San Antonio SpursI got rings like a Laker bubble, Celtic BirdsDisappear like Magic Dallas, Mavericks in the GatAnd I'll Detroit piss on you while you lyin' on your back (Whoo Kid)Strip shorty out her bra, you know I get ass'Cause the kid big ballin' like the Utah JazzToronto Raptors style, Yay' is a vet'I move like a Net, so cut that check, nigga (yeah)It's the play-offs, nigga(Y'all mean) y'all niggas ain't think I could rap like that, huh?

Nèg yo konbat an lavalas, pou kale tèt yo kou Kaplim...9. M tande gen sa ki king, m tande gen sa ki best...10. Menmjan game nan gen real, konsa chaje fake ass...11.

Mets pas dix ans pour rapperJ'suis pas un artiste (?). Oméga va tout rafler9-4 on se connaît. Je fourre pas des travelosQuoi? J'lance des piques? J'appelle ça des javelotsIntérim à Graveleau.

Fatigué de cocher les cases mauvaisesLes voir hocher de la tête sur mes phases et retourner vos vestesFatigué de ces labels qui tiennent ma rage par les couillesOn veut qu'ça kick vu que chez nous on comprend rien à part les coupsFatigué d'voir ce putain de monde en 16:9Du biz' j'ai fugué, j'ai crié hip-hop pour qu'il revienneFatigué de cracher ma haine dans l'anti-popÉcoute!

Bitches in my hood dont fuck w me they say im flexin OT niggas hating cause the 5 is what im reppinMOBI feel like big wormWit the shoulder strapI'm from da 5 But I promise I'll make it Nola clapWe aint whitening teeth When we ask where the baking soda atI kno some big crips, I kno some big slimesBut I ain't talking blood When I say that I rep that big 5Hashtag all criminalsSpeak direct no subliminalBro got a elbow Feel Like he broke dinner rules I ain't got no rap Like chief keef in a interviewMy life's like a movie &This is only the interludeI personally got a cuzin whoseInterest is only Killin dudesFor a pair of new Yeezys He Poppin up like a villain doKcYJcYwhere niggas maintain from the trap 9-5 it wasn't workin work thought I'd make it off this rap even though I shoot the videosi gotta watch my back so I gotta keep it closethey gone try take me off the map when you dealing with the five they know my name and that's a fact pI'm not saying just for musicbut from mama smoking crack imma say just what I want feel like nobody got my back i see potential in my town i guess fake love is where it's at i got an anxietywhen I be around too many niggas feel like they gone lie to me I can't comfortable if you don't stay in yo lane up in my town then they gonna come for youTRUYONNZ(hook)From da 5 homie Niggas know I got dat cheeseFrom da 5 homie They don't want no smoke wit meFrom da 5 homieCan't leave home witout my heatFrom da 5 homieYes I am a Zone 5 GPSYCHWcRD XI can't be saying I'm the goat cuz only time will tell.

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