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I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all these lames, since the
) Yeah, yeah, It's that verbal visionary, criminally, literary, Spit it clever bitch it's Webster you can check me on the dictionary, Under author credits, I'm the author
of fighting*] [Verse Two: Ghostface Killah] So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck To all you
msayin Will? [Will] Word! [KRS] Yeah it seems they all forgot On the mic you'll get fucked up In the clubs you'll get fucked up Anywhere Bronx Brooklyn
the third World War So I can start World War 4 and murder us all I don't give a fuck if you rich or you poor Don't give a fuck if you got ya' picture
the window went stale traditions, false morals blinded hope Respect for authority joined them; we made them a standing joke We said, "fuck off" smarmy
expected to accept those nightmares. Is this really all that we can hope for as life? Is this really all that we can hope for as death? Maybe our lives
just like petroleum I'm scolding them with the hard rhymes from a scarred mind From living amongst the hard times Where people just working through all
muthafuckin' B we would never run We back shit Bitch niggaz get they back twisted We crack shit Niggaz need to get they fuckin' practice Don't fuck wit
, authority police are all enemy richeously, this life fo' me ain't as bad as it seems to be but still in all I love, all I love take my ten fingers,
Yeah, yeah, It's that verbal visionary, criminally, literary, Spit it clever bitch it's Webster you can check me on the dictionary, Under author credits, I'm the author