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Yo step into my world like KRS one my gun Blows away the sun dunned your done no fun In the dark lurk near the scariest parks Found my heart at the bottom of an abyss My fist cruise through the foggy mist dismiss Wack lyricist and these lyrics will shift Ya back disc slowly sip the cola jack crisp no lisp Only to ya chick who's loving it shovin' it Like the gangsta I am eat green eggs and ham Dont give a **** suckas cookin' like a grand slam Keep the street bases loaded imploded quoted From the drug bible feed bullets to my rivals Cuz its the survival of the fittest the wittiest Colder than the coldest im celcius minus Three million degrees make tracks tongue bleed Once i cut on the beat nasty movin' Pistol Pete Bury a **** with one powerful hit ahhh **** Yosef doing damage from mics i manage My guns beaminsh freak a bad chica who's Spanish Let my runs of my hands handle this See the styles to crisp chickens run from this Heat to a roast no need to boast none come close To skills choppin' to H a v o c next to P Lead by the Triples P's ***** pedigrees and prodigy no apology For the blood sprees catching wars glee Creed of demons sealed with nature ***** Got em dreamin' down memory lane Simplicity black Mark Twain stain brains I could flatten a rocky terrains strains A mustard seed moving mountains Sitting at the fountain of youth sounding Off with the twenty one gun salute **** your troops We ***** as mobsters in black pinned strip zoot suits
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
Fallen Ones Part I
Yo step into my world like KRS one my gun Blows away the sun dunned your done no fun In the dark lurk near the scariest parks Found my heart at the bottom of an abyss My fist cruise through the foggy mist dismiss Wack lyricist and these lyrics will shift Ya back disc slowly sip the cola jack crisp no lisp Only to ya chick who's loving it shovin' it Like the gangsta I am eat green eggs and ham Dont give a **** suckas cookin' like a grand slam Keep the street bases loaded imploded quoted From the drug bible feed bullets to my rivals Cuz its the survival of the fittest the wittiest Colder than the coldest im celcius minus Three million degrees make tracks tongue bleed Once i cut on the beat nasty movin' Pistol Pete Bury a **** with one powerful hit ahhh **** Yosef doing damage from mics i manage My guns beaminsh freak a bad chica who's Spanish Let my runs of my hands handle this See the styles to crisp chickens run from this Heat to a roast no need to boast none come close To skills choppin' to H a v o c next to P Lead by the Triples P's ***** pedigrees and prodigy no apology For the blood sprees catching wars glee Creed of demons sealed with nature ***** Got em dreamin' down memory lane Simplicity black Mark Twain stain brains I could flatten a rocky terrains strains A mustard seed moving mountains Sitting at the fountain of youth sounding Off with the twenty one gun salute **** your troops We ***** as mobsters in black pinned strip zoot suits
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
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