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Ramblin
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Illah Dayz
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[Illah Dayz] I screamed and shouted, persued it to the table Crazy cables around my neck, knife at my navel Ah fifth of jack, my head cracked, tryna stay stable Blew back, reinact on how Cain killed Able Smoked the sable from packs of happy face labels Fable in ya presence, ace king in the essence The highest proof roof, gable ridge in ya section At the gig sweatin, wig water for ya blessin Loose tooth stressing, pain killin, need ah fillin Street dealin, guessin game, corna's co-chillin Wildin out villians, hidden coke in the ceilin Freedom rights unite, peace signs save the children Civilian rabbles rally's, block clubs for the hood Abandoned buildings boarded, tore it down where it stood Yo this part of life, a little bad, mixed wit good You might say it's hype, others thought misunderstood [Illah Dayz] Made tracks, steps, left my black on the wood Givin out advice, the feedback pic was nice Lived on the wrong side, but now the shit nice I lived on the wrong side, but now that shit nice (X2) [June Megoladon] Shawshank, the mega thinktank Outflank the learning curve of herbs Fresh from the curb My verbs, and pronouns Literaly let loose and leave you leakin Physically speaking Professionally prepared for airin' Lyrical bearing Marrow get to flaring over profit sharing Mclaren F1 go boom 600 lt go vroom Smoke filled boardrooms Capatalist caterpillar Thriller, shark goriller Iller blunts, nigga get punched through the pillars [Illah Dayz] Made tracks, steps, left my black on the wood Givin out advice, the feedback pic was nice Lived on the wrong side, but now the shit nice I lived on the wrong side, but now that shit nice (X2) [Illah Dayz] We on the porch deep Feelin like the sun, scorchin wit heat Knowledge complete, scholars forced in the street I'm mesmerized, gettin lost in the beat J beat bums Down yo, his thoughts like they dumb for coming around Bottles is broke, cheap wine wet up the smoke We like damn! Brotha bust up, left wit no coat Ran like Carl Lewis Fast, bent off of E and J, kahlua's Mad fifth's of the shit, we heavy movah's In the crowd, f*ck you lames, ain't no booer's allowed We the type to rip ah mic, get you hype and aroused Throw ya hands, if you live and live wild King on scene, ayo, my style Like Al Greene slash Pendergrass I'm tired, I better let it go fast Take me to the river and crash, wit the last from my stash I'm out of pocket flash f*ckin wit trash It only lead to a fall, make ah brotha look bad [X2] [Lord Jessiah] Pristine pistol in my pocket I pop it At your p*ssy posse Plottin and piss poor planning youll probably never stop me Last man standing my war cirlce they murk your proxy Next level homi, benny blanco in your lobby My pen catch bodies and also peddle oxys New clips new burners, your tent flipped over Humble beginnings, tragic ending the consumate soldier Youll need tender to hire a hitman, threaten the witness [Hook: X2]
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