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Lose Your Vein
I won’t ease your strain

I’ll seek you out,
Slay you alive
One more word and you won’t survive
And I’m not scared of your stolen power
I see right through you any hour

I’ll seek you out,
Filet you alive
One more word and you won’t survive
And I’m not scared of your stolen power
I see right through you any hour

ILL……
Boomin words from hell
2012
I should have been there
I can’t save the world because all the shit you know I been saying
Voices in my head
Dead presidents
My friends dead
Don’t nobody love me
I’m the black Kunta Kinte
Hot like caliente
Unholy padre
You can steal my style
But you still doing what I say
I’m playing you pay the president like Ronald Regan
These niggers is waiting
Hating
Accusing me like satan
I want to kill them all mamma
I hate their fucking guts
I see these niggers
I’m going nuts
I’ve never put my uzi up
I’m already dead
I been dead for yeas
So don’t shed no tears
Cos i aint happy here
On these broken blocks
I grew up like black ops
Running through the ghetto
With a machine gun shooting cops
POP POP POP POP
You know my theme song
America’s nightmare – the dreams gone

I’ll seek you out,
Filet you alive
One more word and you won’t survive
And I’m not scared of your stolen power
I see right through you any hour

I grew up in the crack house
Sitting round machine guns
Counting 500,000 dollars in ones
Life aint nothing but bitches and riches
Stay away from dope bitches and them snitches
Getting what you gonna get getting whatchu gonna get
What you
Don’t make me shit
My eyes on fire
My eyes on fire
And everything i see is burnt up in this bitch
Skit skit schizophrenic ma ma manic depression
Always having answers to the questions
The fallen angel fell from the heavens above
Father forgive me because in my heart i had no love

No love we dont speak ho
I’m hustlin all week tho
I’m laying up sipping that Clicquot
With my little freak ho
She’s sniffing that shit from chicko
This bitch think my name rico
She love it when i pull the knife and cut her booty cheeks woah

Hustlin alls in my blood
Alls we know is that
Stand on truth
Nigger Yeah you a dirty rat
They out to get me
I know they out to get me
but when they come for me , im taking a few with me
All my niggers in the hood get rich
Mathematic acrobatics do another flip
i don’t give a fuck who you roll with Vick
If you in a hot car selling stolen shit
It really don’t matter
My pockets get fatter
Shotgun blast and all their guts splatter
Faster, plaster kinco disaster
Shot another personal prophet like the pastor
Drug abusing optical illusion
Broke a blood vessel in my eyeball contusion
cruzin for a bruising
cruzin on the daily
Living the life nigger ,
It’s crazy

its crazy
this life
its heartless
like whatup doe
shout out to all
reel life
Wicked shit
Wicked shit
Wicked shit
Wicked shit
Wicked shit
Wicked shit
Wicked shit
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Wicked shit

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