Blunt... Lit.. < Dirty... Take A Bath... > One More.. Thing.. < Consider.. Odor.. Deodorant.. < Quick.. Light. Switch.... < Hall Way.. Stink.. > Sink Rinse.. Paper Twist.. < Regular.. Shit...
Blunt... Lit.. < Dirty... Take A Bath... > One More.. Thing.. < Consider.. Odor.. Deodorant.. < Quick.. Light. Switch.... < Hall Way.. Stink.. > Sink Rinse.. Paper Twist.. < Regular.. Shit...
BLAZE IT !!!
flow thick to this lyrical beat like a world no.1 greatest hit
Stress Oh 2 Good. ..list... < Devour.. Hood.. > Reach.. Limit.. < Puff... Puff... Give..
BLAZE IT !!!
Up Tha Goods I Use To Juks Niggas Out In Medina, In My Younger Days Pistol Whipin Cats With My Heater.
So what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow?
Use your own intuition, you are tommorrow - Nasir bin Olu Dara
im like a gatt filled wit ether, voice thunderin n blow the back out ya speaker...
Black God Remains Strong While Yall Devils Get Weaker, Remember Slap Boxin Like Sin And Boilin A Beaker.
So what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow?
Use your own intuition, you are tommorrow - Nasir bin Olu Dara
Respect my queen lke Aretha as i write raps, she split a dutch rollin' my reefa
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Moms Raising Style Latifah, S'why I'd Respect A Queen, Fresh Flowers, Earth-body Power-u Remains Clean.
So what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow?
Use your own intuition, you are tommorrow - Nasir bin Olu Dara
Involuntary... Blink.. > 2 Remain. Here. .> Think..< Return In Week.. < Fading Away.. Letters. Speak. < Passage.. Cover In Ink.. < Lakers.. Favorite Team.. Heat
BLAZE IT !!!
Pen covered in Ink, Lakers beatin the heat?/
That like me without my hand beatin my meat/
Walk In My Shoes, Hurt Ya Feet, Then Yall Gone Know Why I Do Dirt In The Street.
"Shorty gimme more a u, ill take on 4 of u, plus 44 of the 48 laws for u"
"The Future is a mystery, the past is history, today is a
gift thats why its called the present"
Um on 7 Mile Ridin fuckin Dirty
Cass Corridor as well punk
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thoughts deep like the unexplored parts of the ocean too complex to contain leads straight to overdosin
over exploading on hoes when they dont walk right with the right clothes on without thier shoulders exposing//
Chosen leader my arms like glaciers they stay frozen so when c-cipher say freeze i show em'
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
my bitches like coke u a one line so they could blow em
str8 up the nostrils wait for the drip then puff the honey dip i left my bulletproof wallet n home but still got the money clip..
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