From the O.N.E.
Het-Heru on Deathrow52 Plays
•24 May 2023
she wanted to fuck from da jump but wen she found out I rap dat was a plus constantly fightin ma self like u needa push yo wats da rush ma pace Deathrow but ma mind is light-years gon Taurus yea I'm dat head strong I'm tryna leave bread for wat Ive bred once I'm gon melanated set the tone standards for chromosomes underground lay da under tone from da concrete I rose in dis concrete jungle world a tundra I hope I don't go under hustlens a talent do u have the gift of gab don't trash an opportunity fuck wit a opp keep buildin up da block city hot from the O.N.E. we destined for the top I miss Rollin threw da bottoms artistic wats yo front line den yo second line initiate war wit dis music she throw dat pussy back wit a smooth pitch n I knock it out da park like I got drafted to the Chicago American Giants from da Negro League we way outta ya league dis beat a beast all out for da da green by any means u need money to live n for da grave ma music soul made not man made didn't have to tell her to come ma way she was attracted to ma magnetic field had me wait for a min but I hit da goal n stole da show made some runs n fumbled we both from da jungle our paths wild but we both found ourselves here if ya ever died I swear da God I got ya kids bestfriend I came for da gold n bit da brim spread ma music like virus kill em wit kindness but ma shit mean rappin to u from a far can u see me threw these bars riden dis beat as I handle bars u don't wanna make dem guns clap aplaud wen I grabbed her she sed yes lord we had separate agendas but Hip Hop I can pin ya we go way back I been spittin since I was 8 Tha love so familiar lookin for some wood to knock down timber All I care about is ma city From the O.N.E.
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she wanted to fuck from da jump but wen she found out I rap dat was a plus constantly fightin ma self like u needa push yo wats da rush ma pace Deathrow but ma mind is light-years gon Taurus yea I'm dat head strong I'm tryna leave bread for wat Ive bred once I'm gon melanated set the tone standards for chromosomes underground lay da under tone from da concrete I rose in dis concrete jungle world a tundra I hope I don't go under hustlens a talent do u have the gift of gab don't trash an opportunity fuck wit a opp keep buildin up da block city hot from the O.N.E. we destined for the top I miss Rollin threw da bottoms artistic wats yo front line den yo second line initiate war wit dis music she throw dat pussy back wit a smooth pitch n I knock it out da park like I got drafted to the Chicago American Giants from da Negro League we way outta ya league dis beat a beast all out for da da green by any means u need money to live n for da grave ma music soul made not man made didn't have to tell her to come ma way she was attracted to ma magnetic field had me wait for a min but I hit da goal n stole da show made some runs n fumbled we both from da jungle our paths wild but we both found ourselves here if ya ever died I swear da God I got ya kids bestfriend I came for da gold n bit da brim spread ma music like virus kill em wit kindness but ma shit mean rappin to u from a far can u see me threw these bars riden dis beat as I handle bars u don't wanna make dem guns clap aplaud wen I grabbed her she sed yes lord we had separate agendas but Hip Hop I can pin ya we go way back I been spittin since I was 8 Tha love so familiar lookin for some wood to knock down timber All I care about is ma city From the O.N.E.
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