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Yeah I'm a don like Cornelius trust my guns forever bust who can I trust?? me that's who **** any who? gotta problem with my flow it's tight like ****** holes oh yeah back to set the record straight pistols in place with the **** laced blunt to my lips now don't set trip or else catch fifteen from my hip make you jump around like house of pain stains on ya membrane crazy insane visions of ******* living this reality mayne things ain't the same I used to fiend for money and now money fiends for me bust at my enemies I see them from a distance but my aim is persistent fools get lifted like John Legend says me a legend status secondary to those under me spit like any sucka and who Got hate? watch me unleash my demons from hells gate michete lyrics choppin' ******* til the strings like spaghetti I bomb first so ya know they gone see the hearse my soul ain't terse worse comes to worse who ain't heard of the yosef the most ruthless emcee since the days of Pac and Biggie journey with me n you'll see pieces of funky rhymes be chunky spittin' fire as ya ears aroused causin' desires
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
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Yeah I'm a don like Cornelius trust my guns forever bust who can I trust?? me that's who **** any who? gotta problem with my flow it's tight like ****** holes oh yeah back to set the record straight pistols in place with the **** laced blunt to my lips now don't set trip or else catch fifteen from my hip make you jump around like house of pain stains on ya membrane crazy insane visions of ******* living this reality mayne things ain't the same I used to fiend for money and now money fiends for me bust at my enemies I see them from a distance but my aim is persistent fools get lifted like John Legend says me a legend status secondary to those under me spit like any sucka and who Got hate? watch me unleash my demons from hells gate michete lyrics choppin' ******* til the strings like spaghetti I bomb first so ya know they gone see the hearse my soul ain't terse worse comes to worse who ain't heard of the yosef the most ruthless emcee since the days of Pac and Biggie journey with me n you'll see pieces of funky rhymes be chunky spittin' fire as ya ears aroused causin' desires
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
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