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[Thrill Gates] I goddam done been having raps since way before the goddam tower collapsed Inhaled enough dust to snap your synapse and I'll still laugh Consumed more than a cartoon, can't consume in the South Religion lives on the side of a sand dune, I can carry the tune Here you go now, carry this balloon This has been a strange trip, tired offering arms to people You fired, if I had a penny for every son I sired, I'd be mired In debt looking wired on the web, see the future science set I got a manic panic button on the jet in case I get stir crazy Don't tell me about shady, I was busy plugging the First Lady I saw him giving me the eye maybe, maybe What's fortune, things that others have so often I feel so fortunate, still walking with all limbs Need to respect the little things, they become small gems [Billy Woods] Straight no chaser, lyrical freebaser, speed racer, amphetamines Mirrors and razors, pages hit me like tazers swinging light sabers Hard labor, bread and water, quote me on quarters, no tax I'm not your daughter Got beef with cousin, catch concussion, biscuits bust it Honey Jack sipping Robitussin, keep the engine running, that's dive city I-95 miss Billy, nigga pass me the nine-milli, what you smoking the illy Hold your own, I'mma hold this bone like hold the phone Stop the presses, switch addresses, move it like [?] and 6'5” Nigerians Secret experiments rappers want the formula and hold it on my cornea Known as the foreigner, faceless men in black, illegal alien rap Undocumented [?] visa like sunny cheeba, sativa bring the MCs Follow the leader What's fortune, things that others have so often I feel so fortunate, still walking with all limbs Need to respect the little things, they become small gems [Vordul Mega] Rolling on me, pot wholes fumble That love bumble and the blow bubbles But can't fumble when you hold your brake Get high when we burn yards Get drunk bumping cars like woofers in your doors Living raw, nothing but powers we getting to wars Across boarders everybody swinging swords We live G lords, never bow to the law Live to G [?] spit on you peons [?] Of you negroes and sick flows We represent four-dollar heroes and negroes Not only copping benzos, fortunate as we got those hoopties 1-2-3 spitamatics, we represent straight havocs from the young ones That used to like having fun on the blocks Living in all day, spin that rap dangerous From the dangerous most dirtiest traps You heard it the word that'll come from the most Young guns that'll spit til you gone Jade up, spit til the dawning, yo you niggas Ain't performing live over there Niggas came to spare stones, just throwing it at you Straight up clap you, fools What's fortune, things that others have so often I feel so fortunate, still walking with all limbs Need to respect the little things, they become small gems
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