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I get the boosters boosting, I get computers 'puting
Y'all get shot at; call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
I nurture their brain, I'm moving the movement
Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judas or Judah
I got Luger to Ruger, hit from Roota to Toota
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real ball story, the loser of "Hoosiers"
I rock mostly Dolce, I roll mostly dolie
I'll leave you wholly-holey, you'll say holy moly
Here come the coroner, get em, play Rollie Pollie
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, Pepperseed to Pepperdine
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell em never mind

Yo, I be with a gang a gangs, who hang and bang
Animals, orangutans
Hammers move, bangers bang
Damn it dude the game has changed
I got a ho selection (yeah), a whole collection (yeah)
A whole selection (yeah), of my ho collection (yeah)
And I'm big pimpin', stick dippin', quick shiftin'
Bitch listen, this isn't no damn game in here (Oww)
Yeah, the whole byrd gang's in here
Like Kurt Cobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (oww)
And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, stainless yeah
Aim it yeah, bang it yeah (Y'all some dead motherfuckers)(oww)
And my diddy-bop
Barge through the city blocks
Hard with the pretty Glock
Dodge or you gettin shot
Then enter the bar
Hard liquor, get a shot
Get a broad, get her hot
Get her home, give her cock (Oww)
Go, it's your birthday
Go, go, drink it girl, it's coming, I know you're thirsty (oww)
Harlem's my birthplace (oww), tombstone dirt place (oww)
Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday (oww)

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Raekwon on Daytona 500's my favourite ever. The best anyone's ever sounded over a beat.

Say peace to cats who rock MAC Knowledge-Knowledges​
Street astrologists, light up the mic, God, acknowledge this​
Fly joints that carry two points, Corolla Motorola holder​
Play it, God, E-pack over the shoulder​
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise​
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives​
Repel all fakes like reflectors​
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career​
We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna​
Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo​
And jet to the flyest estate, relate, take a break​
Break down an eighth and then wait, drop it like Dre​
Thugs they be booin' and screwin', we canoein'​
Claim they doin' the same shit we doin' — fuck the union!​
It's the same style, RZA train aboard, jump the turnstile​
On the Isle, he tried to challenge God for the new Bal's​
Especially that, aluminum bat in the Ac'​
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day — it pays, Black!​
The MAC-10 flex, wipe cats like Windex​
Index finger be sore bustin' these fly scripts​
The Wally kid count crazily, grands revive lands​
Layin' with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands​
We losin' 'em, jet to the stash in Now Jerusalem​
Abusin' 'em, rockin' his jewels like we usin' 'em​
Low-pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar​
Roll with the Older God, build with the Sun, Moon, Star​

 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
Raekwon on Daytona 500's my favourite ever. The best anyone's ever sounded over a beat.

Say peace to cats who rock MAC Knowledge-Knowledges​
Street astrologists, light up the mic, God, acknowledge this​
Fly joints that carry two points, Corolla Motorola holder​
Play it, God, E-pack over the shoulder​
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise​
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives​
Repel all fakes like reflectors​
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career​
We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna​
Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo​
And jet to the flyest estate, relate, take a break​
Break down an eighth and then wait, drop it like Dre​
Thugs they be booin' and screwin', we canoein'​
Claim they doin' the same shit we doin' — fuck the union!​
It's the same style, RZA train aboard, jump the turnstile​
On the Isle, he tried to challenge God for the new Bal's​
Especially that, aluminum bat in the Ac'​
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day — it pays, Black!​
The MAC-10 flex, wipe cats like Windex​
Index finger be sore bustin' these fly scripts​
The Wally kid count crazily, grands revive lands​
Layin' with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands​
We losin' 'em, jet to the stash in Now Jerusalem​
Abusin' 'em, rockin' his jewels like we usin' 'em​
Low-pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar​
Roll with the Older God, build with the Sun, Moon, Star​


GIBBERISH

PERHAPS HE SHOULD GIVE JH PRYNNE A CALL
 
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