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SHITIHANTAS
00:51
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Can't be letting others stop me, really on a mission
Tom Cruise, standing on the couch, but I'm taller than
em.
Motherfuck the opposition, I aint had no pot to piss in,
I wont ever let em take me away or put me in a box.
Dancin on the block like a real SHOW STOPPER,
I could tell you how to make a fiend look proper,
Spinnin on em, first one out the scene, helicopter,
Really gettin gwap, n new niggas know im not there,
Tryna get these niggas to address me as a doctor,
Maybe then we'll see, my
Daddy wasn't there so to be a man's on me, I'm
Learning everyday like, maybe then we'll see.
Yeah,
Maybe then we'll see (x3)
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All the gold, that's left
Behind, before, we get
Our flowers, n roses
Without the thorns
Said we get by wit a little bit
Of the love,
n 'em itty bitty bugged out trees,
Bomb blast baby puff dat eeez,
The way that she be shakin make a dead man
SCREAM
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Yeah, yeah,
Nothin that you say really matters, girl
Lookin' at me like I'm savage,
See my fathers face inside myself n I can't stand it,
Mama's only boy turned himself into an ADDICT, of habbit
You know I gotta have it (Have it)
Stare at the ceiling,
Hold all my feelings,
Inside your hands
(Inside your hands)
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SONG CRY ft. Mooki
02:41
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On my road, where Im headed ask them ghosts,
Tredge against that water, im merosed until my roses,
come wit cards of thank you’s,
For legendary moments,
cursed for life wit blessings that I prayed I’d never notice,
I aint wanna play the devils game,
thinking I could win, all my enemies was closer to my side,
then my own friends.
Me n these dice a mine,
Behind that line I etched, into the sand,
to see a better version, of the man I is,
cant break a sweat, now cuz I’m living by the moment
Cursed for life wit blessings, that I pray Id never notice,
I aint wanna play the devils game, thinking I could win,
all my enemies was closer to my side than my own friends,
What a crooked love affair,
It was me against that dotted line where my love ones would stand,
Lately I been in my head,
Tryna make it, make sense, wallowing in red, Im a panel on these pages,
Tossin in my bed, talking to them sages, I been wallowing in red, n cautious wit u lately
I Ian’ even dead yet..
Couldn’t see em coming down my eyes, so I gotta make the song..
couldn’t see em coming down mine,
so I gotta make the song cry yeah, yeah yeah
Couldn’t see em coming down my eyes so I gotta make the song cry
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SONG CRY PART 2
02:11
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NO PICTURES ft. Mooki
01:41
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Said its all gon burn
I aint really bothered,
Eyes to the sky like im looking for my papa,
Low, just like em,
Tryna play my role in the system,
Seven more blunts, n no more pictures.
Seven more blunts, n no more features.
Seven more blunts, n one more pitcher.
Man I think the dro just kicked in.
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(FRANK)
Drink to escape
Bend but won’t break
Hearts will ache
You were bait
I am a mess
Hard to just say
The pills that I take
Sunshine comes rain
Let the pain wash away
Love but not hate
Come back my way
Lost my soul mate
Roll up stress
Now I’m blessed
That makes more sense
Durag my cape
Let’s up the stakes
I save you
You love me
Make no mistake
Durag my cape
Let’s up the stakes
I save you
You love me
Make no mistake
(Mooki)
Sideways, n slimy under baggedededy eyesies this is atlas..
Weight of my sins like baggage, in my crisp, pressed, trimmed, package.
Shaved the braids, shed the dreads n I still aint showin' up for practice.
Offa heada cabbage, n I brought a finger.
The boys big body now, but still move my feet like cameramen on Springer.
(This what they really want, this is what they really need.. Set a mfker free!)
Indigo, mixed wit North Africa. Papa and Nana are my GODS, so I got God as my manager.
Heaven sent my sensei.
My tongue is blessed from where ever we at through the pacific, n where ever we be at we be the hippest, hoppers in specific to rock the spot from Scott La Rock, to Jimmy Hendrix
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FIVE OUNCES ft. Mooki
02:22
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Sun’s from spaces high above, cast down from our astraunaught, thought that I met a god, staring at my helix like an enterprise of astrolo-gical, pro-fit, im awe-struck n bothered,
How dare they never tell me I was god, fath ered, by weathered times, n generation lies,
tiers, down that weathered line,
tears, an wretched vines littered my
al ter.
Worship is an understatement for how things should be,
You shook when you shoulda boogaloo’d, n down came the building, N it’s flaming roof, how dare they ever try to blame on you, bankable ambitious in they bleighten view, you supposed to be King.
You supposed to be King..
Don’t let them play with you..
Dancing wit these rhythms like my baby boo, my love could stand these tremors,
I would never betray on you,
Like they’d do..
Some things still sacred,
Fight or flight we dance, where does your story end, If its you or me then Im sorry, ewe boy gotta win,
Ewe boy gotta win..
Everybody’s your patna, aint no body your friend. Who willing to tread the water, everybody could swim, who in it to work the hardest, who hands got the paper cutz, every day trials of an artist,
love in every day flux..
Cross that line you could stay there..
5 o.z’s a sticky.. (x8)
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Came down swingin wit a big gold buster sword, smokin' bulbassaur, I am the black viking
I aint bout to spite, lil dude aint got no spice in it,
Might get it, wit the seaweed roll, wit the rice in it,
Slight business
Sippin down a lemonade wit ice in it
Tight grippin, ____
Because it's still wet.
Light whippin, truly talk in ways that yall wont understand
Ill fact, tryna speak my name on the 11th of November,
Rememberence, for every corner that I bent, no GED, getting every
dollar sent my nigga, pay your rent my nigga
If it dont make dollars, it dont make sense.
Gotta get it right until december, son a Kings, nahmean I'm the prince of I and I, I'm jus flyin by ya heard me.
Early bird gets the worm, I'm up at six thirty
Niggas tryna get it, I'm right in here n early.
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SANDS END
01:34
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(Mooki)
Eyes wide open, ground still tremble when I breath, how I end up in this fucked up piece,
Smoking on a leaf, then I hit the bottle how the bottle hit me,
Am I still alright?
(Tommy Lagoon)
bottles over bottles just to bottle it up /
its not nirvana i seek, i need my memories love /
keep a sin for me darling, keep the better me far /
silhouettes dancing, i stare from the bar /
(Mooki)
Least, I’m, still, alive
Or halfway to hell,
Im in my Sunday’s best like, Oh well.
Taking my slice,
We look like everything they don’t like and we know how to drive,
We done made a lane,
Baby be true n you could still make waves, you could still be-
(Tommy Lagoon)
RAP GAME TEMPEST /
SIT ON FENCE NEVER /
777’s on my head /
foot all on the gas i see the end bro /
im tryna put a baby in my bitch / (Im tryna)
im tryna die tonight you catch my drift huh /
i keep the stench of death in bottles, pimpin /
ave maria, why the wind wont whistle for me? /
thinking about my baby summertime /
running running on my mind /
still these birds never singing for me /
the world in the palm of my hands, my neck in the vice of your teeth /
trust im seeing im what you saying but i got purpose today /
but babe im not my demons im a dreamer i said /
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My loving got, all me into’, my animal, just another episode, n im ginger, she love me bitter,
Imma city hunter.
We just city huntas
Letters symbols numbers, we just city hunters,
This is a mission..
Small time thing mi nuh complicent,
We just city hunta’s, we just city huntaaz. We just city…
Letters symbols numbers..
We just city hunters..
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