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the usual
Path to success working within the record
Industry, nabbing that golden deal
And putting out the music they
Thought would sell he
Would go his own

As lightning strikes and thunder pounds
Over the grey skies of East London town
Prophecy K returns from the underground
Signified by the peoples

said they had an informant
I'm back in this caged up cell
With the apes in jail, now I'm back in this eight by twelve
See I tried to live right
But

Making profits off the drugs they sell out
But see I'm calling it out
Because I truly do doubt
That Central Park is the place where these drugs up

nigga? Mandem are fake out here
All the real niggas be in jail (look)
(Big Zeeko)

Go on then brodie, please phone Cody
A man got touched

children sit by me
Don't get it twisted I got skills I'm dumb nice
So dumb nice I bring a rhyme to a gun fight
Get it
Like two guns ke o chaela nine nine
I

shotgun
With holy prophets
I invade upon, yeah I've been a don
Never sell out like Robert Johnson in Viacom
Lines of firearms held by millions of dons

come
Chips from a crumb, live by the gun
Dip when it blown, go for the deck
Throw up the set, bitch where you from
I'm a Harlem nigga, problems nigga,

my heart now)
Shit was all good a week ago but we don't talk now (But we don't talk now)
Hoppin' out that rental, hundred shots and lay 'em all down

clearer to see
You not a goblin Goodz it's about a dollar
Niggas could beat ya collar
But out here robbin' (Robin) Hoods
You got it good, niggas can't be

Heard It All

Illy

Bring It Back

2012

Seems like we grew up in a world
Where marketing's the reason you sell
So everybody's got a story
Or achievments to tell
These days seems

School
Split your wig with these bars, never might lose
I came to win, break the odds and even out rules
Broke dude but I always see God in myself
No

Countin' up racks, hands full
Play callin', can't pick up the phone

Double cup filled to the top right now
'Cause I got this shit here out the mud
I'm

sell you niggas my dreams
Pull it out the side, got my straps for white supremacists
Knock out a peasant, you gone need some dentures after this

dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best

gonna
Him hear rounds from a Calico gun cocks
I was returnin' the favor
Why we even comparin' namе to name?
I been surpassed his and then somе
Who y'all

with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by

N9ne with the chop, Midwest influence
That's congruent, payin' my respects
I'm never out of pocket
Name another young gun who is this polished
I spit

the same, I'm on my block every day
So how the fuck could I be Hollywood?
I spend most of my days
Tryna figure out who loves me for me or for the fame

Uh-ha

Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't

VERSE 1
I'ma let em come to me 
f-ck comin to you
Cuz I look real lovely, baby
When I do what I do
I ain't playin wit cha
Watch out
Can I sell

Prime Time

Promoe

Government Music

2001

literally to stop me,
But I'll be happy to sell 20 000 copies,
That don't make no revolution, so what I'm I to do then,
Rather die lugging then get my

Reality Check

4th25

Live from Iraq

2005

on the blocks here
When them ambushes hit us

And please don't think
Just cause you bought some fatigues
And run around with your little guns
Playing war

inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip