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To our production, much destruction for our appetite With steel fist, if meal missed wasn't for lack of might We been [?] we purge in dividends with snub nose My bud's rose, my service citizens Cain't able, my rappin' plight, wrote on same table they packaged white Ain't wrapped this tight if catching stripe and ain't actin trife Vowed the Lord, crows to applaud and fake clap at night Do texts, when other was too sexed, hermaphrodite Throw a bowl full of rodents, you notice no rat in sight Tried to go hard at school, stayed for the best classes Just wasn't the sharpest tool, paid for my trespasses A minor student got saluted when I met masters Thinking of fam, blinking here, you feel death's lashes A man with standard flaws, show him what damage caused No Christmas wishlist, all I got was Santa's claws When I lost members my friends would say my fam' is yours Ka move fly jewels though I may never land rewards You either cookin or jukin', that's how a crook fathom 'Cause they said the judge judged, soon as he looked at 'em While he plea, could hardly read - still threw the book at him A true verse, but too terse - I hope the hook grab 'em I hope my hook grab 'em Played the oven while young'ns played the dozens My stick came with a drum but I don't play percussion Not to toot my own trumpet, let the Kal-Tec off in couplets Letras de cancionesThey thought I was on some Questlove shit If a pull a few strings, they gon' have to bulletproof your Range Every note that they play I arrange I'm like Barry White, never carry light Me and the gauge we like soulmates but I'm not the marrying type Bring your best hand weapons, let's have a jam session Just for the metal heads, you left a couple band members Push keys no piano lessons, ambidextrous Two hammers do duets and Willie Manchesters You hit the notes flat, my whistle blow and make the crystal crack My gat [?] militant, cripple cats Twist you back, they gon' have to give you a tissue rash I guess that's what happens when cymbals clash From Letras Mania