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oh boy
they want neuter me they want do to me the hooligan in hoolahands maneuvering's nothing new to me doggy i'm from the land of crime pan pan gram or dime not toes or MC when i say "hammertime" beef i hammer mine when i get my hands on nines if i had on bammerline cordourys Cam will shine canary burgandy i call it lemon red yellow diamonds in my ear call 'em lemonheads lemonhead end up dead ice like winnipeg gemstones, flinstones you could say i'm friends with fred you want happy scrappy i got pataki at me bitches say i'm tacky daddy range look like laffy taffy SUP |
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Sky's the limit so you know I'm gonna rise and shine
I gotta do my thing, I'm kinda getting a little tired of all that's hidden That's the reason I'm a speak my mind, keep from going insane Now work with it, we in the last innin' The world keeps spinnin', my peoples steady losin' while the rich keep winnin' It's like we neva smilin' and the devil steady grinnin' killin' what we representin' Even our children and women, 2K4, livin' above and under the law Young teen joins the marines, says he'll die for the core Inducted up into the goverment's war as if the land of money and oil Funny how ain't none of it yours I can't sleep yo I'm paranoid, it's code orange It's far from right, I guess that's why it feels so wrong To see the world get stripped out of every resource And people pray to Coca-Cola now instead of the gods What's goin' on? the roots - why? |
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Either way I don't really care because it's not we gotta pick a candidate, but the high exaulted was still good... funny stuff anyways.. verse from a good song " From Mariana’s trench to mama’s breast through the dead who plundered me I hum the breeze at high tide seas come and gusts the thunder sings Under me your lives cry to my sky and plummets drink Beating heart of the oasis taste it sacred thirsty subtle sweet Perfect puddles deep sleep for worthy burning learned humble feet To whisper misery released shudders huddled in sputtered streaks Rinsed the filth from you heat spilt guilt in ill destructive streets Conduct your sleep in pure silken ripple linen luster sheets Or faucet leak rung peaking beat enough to hunt or interrupt your dreams The father all upon this earth as we know it The catalyst for Yahweh the drops He made will keep it flowin" -qwel |
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man copys finger in that picture looked fucked up though, haha shit it looked hella bent to one side, coulda jus been the camera angle or sumthin tho that pic of camu smilin at the camera looked hilarious -the one where they sayin it was after the fight, copy or jakki or somethin sayin it was taken before or some shit... he got this funny look and grin on his face and i dont pick sides in beefs thats just a pointless thing to do, you gonna let someone else determine who you listenin to... may as well go follow the mainstream |
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that's true
and haha yea i like that pic with his goofy face.. http://www.omnimix.com/av/copy.mov http://www.hiphopgame.com/index2.php3?page=backpackers |
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