fire prone like a match book if the rat scratch then he took the book fukc why he better dukc fire retire cause he not destroying my empire don't temp sire I'm not a simp nor pimp shots don't expire holes in your tire shit flat your brain splaat it's like that fukc facts how we react time to attakc born a makc but sold crack until I was too old then I started to rap on tracks I snap to the point after a joint Id relax my swords id bring a my battle axe melt candle wax the vandle I handle like he started a scandal facts chilly avoid hoes that's silly eyes straight I'm going to be great my fate is that destruction I cause when I rap devasting pen papermate cheddar chase about face clout I erase late to a date always looking to escape if you retaliate the damn I prolly break and speak at your wake have it taped no one safe head missplaced done with so much grace elegant taste if irrelevant in the room that's the elephant I'm who the devil sent his ace g...
You chose the streets? WOW, your mind must have been gone. Can you please tell me how and why you would do that? I was very spoiled and used to attention and doing what I wanted. I had a grandmother who lived in Gowanus Projects in Brooklyn, NY. All of my father's family lived in New York. My grandmother who once lived in Brooklyn moved to Plainfield New Jersey when I was five. Shout out to the field. Fresh,Capone,tonypreayer, cheese, the whole third street, the bricks. Arlington Ave. Anyways, when old enough I moved with my dad and the projects was jumping and at the time rap was jumping and crack was starting to hit. More dealers were out. Matter fact, late 70s social clubs and arcades were the wave. They were owned by the dealers or dealer. He had bodyguards. Early dealers had visible security. The guy I'm thinking of is home. The FEDS laid him down for decades. His name was SHA King. May have been Shakeem. He was the biggest and had the hood on lock. Next I notice years la...
weird emcees scared to be Gs, once feared until sex charges weren't cleared traitors to they own race, now they got shit on' they face low card no ace, this is really the time they should travel to space disgrace no taste, anger misplaced, life in prison sacrificed to save they race We needed to be saved from love cause its blind trusting music personalities we lost our minds can we get it bakc, a psychosis closest to smoking crakc tears im holding bakc, golden years of wax poisoned by blakcs most aint share shit, yell in them cells while you taking dikc i hope they take you shit like you did to a helpless bitch prewife she nice her life messed up the man is how she should have dressed up the test was tough but you loved the puff cough from the smoke you the joke cope or have a stroke yall woke nope enough i hope some never quit the dum run shit the ones getting trikced by people who slikc some swallow spit some swallow dikc but rap about taking hits using a garbage bags whe...
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