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Message For The People
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The Alchemist
Featuring(s) : Durag Dynasty
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Killer Ben mobbing with Big Twin, the verdict's in Guilty all accounts for assimilating the illest men Rep the gods, king murders squads, gooniess to get it in It's a Brooklyn Queen's thing, outsiders we're boxing in Cause we frost-slush [?], bear jacket claws Crisp corduroy, Armani sweaters from Michael Kors Times Square when the ball drop, spitting off the top Sipping out the whiskey flask, dead-ass if I'm drunk or not People push for supreme niggas who murder cops And for killers in pink housing, busting shots Make sure you get right when you approach a mark If you catch the drop you ain't gotta shoot or belly talk I don't fit descriptions of puzzle pieces that fit in Don't respect a system that's built on slaving and lynching Enlightened minds, assembly lines, they're missing vital parts Soap box, Huey New Glocks fresh out the boondocks My tune knocks harder than feds raging in early morning Slipping with that work where you rest, flushing it down the toilet I'm trying to stack for a Porsche, so each must take the course Knock on wood, fuck boys thinking that I won't pop them off And hitting rappers when Needles thought it was just a cough Weeks later on his death bed, thinking about dude he crossed Real niggas do real things, still reinforce This right here is like word Speakeasy, metaphors Broad day, witness the other side where the rest at Pillow talking you with your stock, we don't respect that Be the funny faces of targets I wave a tech at Leave your body slumped like marijuana extracts Nigga I'm the best at terrorist stealth, calm attacks So go ahead and embarrass yourself And it'll be your very last looking Heavy landed I land bows expose you to this OG ass whupping Monster more, more monstrous pan I endure The more energy the monster absorbs Magnetic infinite lord, burn out your light bulbs From turning up, turn up nigga that's what your life is for Passport pussy on deck, running through roadkill More bills from doing songs with nigga with no skills Verse slick, slide it my way, I'm like "Why not? If it's whack it'll never see the light of the day" Ayo legendary land shark lacerate literature When my hand spark, scribble the signature on your landmark Beat the play clock, multiple strips When I'm on A-block, the handle in switched to Mookie Blaylock Wild fire from bird flame to blickie Outfit is Freeway Ricky but more tricky One-way traffic, moving through the city with a package You could smell the money through the plastic Yeah, black ski-mask, Black leather jumper Getting tea-bagged by a groupie bitch, Brian Pumper I'm back, slick-talking over rare grooves, rare tunes Porno music, middle finger in your rear-view Banana in your tailpipe, frail type Catch a shell cause your boasts don't sound right Photo finish, a menace with the hashtag Trending, you can get a credit to the kids, it's...
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