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Max Neumann Nov 2020
tizz is an uncle, bro and dem richez
i was born viciouz, but always had visionz
a young boy used to build bridgez
between black and white, peace and fight

dreamy adolescence, i spit out whole heavenz
wit my divine essence, all dem "lyricis" be jealouz
but dey just "so called", cause dey so old
tizz grew cold, so not any of dem amateurs won't grow old

i'm so cold, i freeze, **** and stay, then i eaze among dem geez
we live in codez like secret service, dealin' wit burnaz
quick learnaz, sick and sane, our skin is thick,
we don't feel pain, black lion's mane, heaven yeah

no expression can illustrate tizzopish aggression
pay attention! watch out for dat other direction
receive my blessin', kneein' between me and the destined
it's battle rappin', it's slappin' againzt all of ya actin'

friendship versuz rush, some peepz start to blush
when you remind them of valuez, like some bad newz
i'm the man whose bad moodz be legendary, like a legionary
dealin' wit whatz necessary, cause i was born predatory

find tizz shinin' in the mornin' glory and rhymin' a story
readin' diz is mandatory, just anotha category,
stolen from the laboratory, ****, am i now swollen,
and all-in like all-night, alright, feed em just a small bite
The Global Family.
If She Ever Cry

You we're always,
Wondering if these;
People are crazy,
Your ex is a beast.
How can they say;
These thangs bout him;
Being a 'gentlemen'?

Your atempts,
To commit suicide,
Was never to pass,
I know it's hard,
To leave,
Cause that *****,
Be holding you,
To a leash.
Shawty stop pretending;
Pretending to smile,
Cause I see,
Your pain,
Would end,
To be a testamony,
To peepz.

Whenever I see,
You smile,
My heart cries,
For you girl,
I can see,
You need life,
Your stuck,
In a 4-cornerd room,
With 3-walls,
A voice so small,
I know that trigga[life],
Hard to pull,
But just push,
Through to the end,
That *****
Will get hurt.

For God,
Never sleeps,
He forever,
Has your soul gaurded.
Shawty your worth,
More than all
.... THIS .....

Written by
Austin KwAgGa Trimmel
WARNER BAXTER Jul 2015
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind                          but no matter where I go I see them same old hoes

                                                                 BRING DA BEAT  
                                                               c’mon, c’mon, c’mon

                                                                     HERE WE GO

                                                                  YEA!   YEA!   YEA!
They be warin old clothes, exposin them busted *** toez
in fishnet pantyhose
They be standin in rowz, striking that silly old pose,
workin them same two Joes
So the rumor grows, and everybody knows, that her name is Rose,
we know Rose blows

                                            DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE,
                                                                 YEA !      YEA!      YEA!

She got fired from LoweZ, ’cause she stole a garden hose,
spent all the money at Moe’Z
Yea - Moe’Z ** clothes and fishnet hose, down at 52nd and StrowZ, traffic really slows when she bends to expose, she get dirt on them knees, when she blows

                                             DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE
                                                          YEA!       YEA!         YEA!

                                                        AND   THE   COP   SHOWZ

                                                      UP, UP, UP, EVER’BODY UP,
                                                                     C’MON UP  
                                                                     C’MON UP

                                                      YEA!            YEA!                YEA!

She putz the powder up her nose, didn’t pay the fine she owez,
gives a discount to the bros
Ever’body froze, then the streetlight glows, that’z the way it goes,
for all them bimboz
Same for the hoes, az it is for the bros, all the way from Melrose,
to the Chicagos
And it’s still the same for the Souix and them Navahos,

                                                             UH?  YEA!     UH?  YEA!

                    SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY PEEPZ IN THE POCONOS
                                                             YEA!        YEA!           YEA!

                                                                         I’M OUT…
OUT  ROLLLLLLLLLLIN’  ON  THAT  8  MILE  ROOOOAAAAD

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