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I'm cold blooded, old hunnids I still fold 'em
Peel onions, bake pies we brick oven taught game
Home schooled by old gunners
Black Gods, ansars and road runners, slugs and prayer rugs
Know Halal Haram, the Mosque, Qu'Ran
Dons the cons, I know 'em all
The laws of power, know the god's degree
The B's the C's, D's and the triple O.G.'s
I was raised on a block where the rock got chipped off
Lift off when the flame hit the glass pipe, flash ice
Get your head taken clean off
Seem soft, f**k around get your lunch took
Crooks, I ran with 'em, still I stand with 'em
Hoеs we expose and of coursе I ran in 'em
A man of honor, certain code I would die for
The hawks out lickin' shots like July fourth
Would fry for all my n***as 'fore I point fingers
Before I turn state, before I start singing
My acapellas is Rockefeller, they worth gold
Hold scriptures in my cerebellum
The book of Eli in Levi's
My Timbs unlaced, my LP's LB's
My pen push weight
The Don Cornel, Superfly Ron O'Neal
This is high science, I record in a lab coat
My dope digital streamed and download
I came to conquer and I'm sponsored by a gunshot
Bang bang the chain hang and charm glow
Like King Tut and my mind's like a BRINKS truck
And every night's like a highlight reel, I'm where the cameras at
Out in Dubai riding camelback
This for Miramax, made for the big screen
My lines measured, weighed on a triple beam, narcotic
See me stunting' on the red carpet
Narcs watch keep the funds untraced
With God's grace, manipulate sounds and shapes
With the cadence of a razor blade cuttin' through flake
Now bag up

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