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yall already my flow cold as a river. since the beginning the middle and the ending of the winter. I've been so calm trying to understand my temper, I'm a pipe bomb yall might wanna reconsider I'm a nice guy but I turn to jack the ripper they call me white line guess who bout to turn up witcha. I turn the night blind tryna see the bigger picture when it's fight time ill be at the line of scrimmage acting like Popeye better hope ya ate ya spinach this ain't no Sci fi, everything I speak is fiction I ain't gotta lie I just represent my image I love them dollars signs spend it quicker then I get it. white collar crimes, I ain't never been to prison, think twice since the lord gave me perfect vision never take advice I'm learning on my own mission and I don't ever take the bait unless I'm gone fishing. u put my life in danger that's the day u go missing don't tread on me go look up the definition ima step ahead catch up with my ambition remember what I said just in case I'm ever mentioned bitch get in my bed and quit begging for attention come give me some head and please dont quit until I'm finished. Me against the world God is my only witness, and the fact that I'm protected by the 8th amendment. I done came a long way from being in my feeling first Ima set the hook keep the verse reeling don't play shady I don't do no double dealing what u got to say about the way u think I'm living, swerving in my lane watch out for that head on collision I'm having flashbacks while im having premonitions, black mass status zap you like some mad static bitch I'm back at it smoke you like a crack addict. never smoked Crack but I got some habits everybody know that I'm gatorback phenatic roll the bowl that's that go go gadget apparatus take the aftermath and add to what's after that after class we having practice we ain't playing hacky sack we slapping bastards at the masters rapping faster than diaster getting plastered comprehending every letter in the alphabet alphabetically and in vocabulary backwards execute ya look like you got hit with a bazooka laughing at ya while I send these lyrics blasting past ya I might pass on crashing nasa and get back to scraping brass I'm flabbergasted, cause I never have a craft for magic just the natural talent ain't no doubt I'm really bout it
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yall already my flow cold as a river. since the beginning the middle and the ending of the winter. I've been so calm trying to understand my temper, I'm a pipe bomb yall might wanna reconsider I'm a nice guy but I turn to jack the ripper they call me white line guess who bout to turn up witcha. I turn the night blind tryna see the bigger picture when it's fight time ill be at the line of scrimmage acting like Popeye better hope ya ate ya spinach this ain't no Sci fi, everything I speak is fiction I ain't gotta lie I just represent my image I love them dollars signs spend it quicker then I get it. white collar crimes, I ain't never been to prison, think twice since the lord gave me perfect vision never take advice I'm learning on my own mission and I don't ever take the bait unless I'm gone fishing. u put my life in danger that's the day u go missing don't tread on me go look up the definition ima step ahead catch up with my ambition remember what I said just in case I'm ever mentioned bitch get in my bed and quit begging for attention come give me some head and please dont quit until I'm finished. Me against the world God is my only witness, and the fact that I'm protected by the 8th amendment. I done came a long way from being in my feeling first Ima set the hook keep the verse reeling don't play shady I don't do no double dealing what u got to say about the way u think I'm living, swerving in my lane watch out for that head on collision I'm having flashbacks while im having premonitions, black mass status zap you like some mad static bitch I'm back at it smoke you like a crack addict. never smoked Crack but I got some habits everybody know that I'm gatorback phenatic roll the bowl that's that go go gadget apparatus take the aftermath and add to what's after that after class we having practice we ain't playing hacky sack we slapping bastards at the masters rapping faster than diaster getting plastered comprehending every letter in the alphabet alphabetically and in vocabulary backwards execute ya look like you got hit with a bazooka laughing at ya while I send these lyrics blasting past ya I might pass on crashing nasa and get back to scraping brass I'm flabbergasted, cause I never have a craft for magic just the natural talent ain't no doubt I'm really bout it
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