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Chopper
- (Kalligraphy)
- (Hook)
- Schooling funds for my kids
- Test done by my momma (momma)
- Tariffs the bringing of karma (of karma)
- Background check for a choppa (ch ch)
- Schooling funds for my kids
- Test done by my momma (momma)
- Tariffs the bringing of karma (of karma)
- Background check for a choppa (ch ch)
- (G FaceMurderer)
- Sitting up in my room, surfing the web, I see evil everywhere
- People in the land of the dead.
- We got terrorists full of lead, hatred looking for heads
- Flip the coin and see where you'll be lead
- Mislead by govern truth, mislead youth,
- Mislead by a god they call theirs true
- god of this world, lust, greed, wrath of man
- I see everyday, wrath of the righteous leads array
- Strayed away from the world, black kids get caught up in diamond tactic swirls.
- Who said life would be easy?
- The fairy tales brought up by generations so keenly
- I embellish hope, I abolish the polished men that said it was okay to mope
- I cried and cried till I choked, walking around in Tims till they broke
- Jacking and lynching till I eloped
- (YellowTape)
- Inner city blues playing from the speakers
- The crowd cheers at the game, gunshots from the bleachers
- Stadium shutdown, the fans rushing out
- A gunshot, POW, hits a man down
- The police don’t respond quick enough
- The man lays there, searching for breath and hiccups
- Little kids see the man with his blood spilling
- They go back to school scared of a villain
- The teacher pissed off cuz they won’t do the work
- They send them to authorities where they all purge
- The minds of these young, innocent people
- Torture them with thinking that speaking ya mind is evil
- What a damn sequel to the gunshot fired
- Here’s the prequel to the scene pre fire
- (Kalligraphy)
- (Hook)
- Schooling funds for my kids
- Test done by my momma (momma)
- Tariffs the bringing of karma (of karma)
- Background check for a choppa (ch ch)
- Schooling funds for my kids
- Test done by my momma (momma)
- Tariffs the bringing of karma (of karma)
- Background check for a choppa (ch ch)
- (Rewinder)
- history lesson for y'all about the mystery you're missing
- roots of misery are found in mass trickery so listen
- why disgrace of race when we all are one,not just human
- it's only the rich and you why hate the black or the cuban
- private bankers are new world order founders
- we working hours __for they powers
- watching over us from they towers which we built
- we can rugpull, but you're blinded by shame and guilt
- prided by name and guild yet hustlers claim to tilt
- the tower by strengthening the foundation with silt
- what you make they make hundredfold without wilt
- only your life you've spilt chasing everyone's dream
- set by the same toppers who write schemes and stream
- that the cream rules it's now your dough and bread
- they the juice i alias as the house to not be dead
- just look it up they ain't hiding it but don't spread
- to know is banned they'll have a buckshot to your head
- I'll tell you what I've read, rockefeller funded your school
- with the premise "I want workers not thinkers" fool
- you're a tool __is that cool?
- it's designed and doing well it's just cruel
- you read the worker's manual break it down rule by rule
- memorize his story on your stool or you're rejected
- by everyone,your mama your daddy and disrespected
- so instead of fighting the root you fight your people on the street
- tryna find that respect and Swiss cheese is how you greet
- you say fuck the system im out in hopes to meet
- light minded people but do you know what's neat
- you still in that bitch hell you're in it way too deep
- they still on the tower you only killing their sheep
- doing em a favor cleaning up the useless for cheap
- you wake up from that dream thank God it was in sleep
- but you realize when you peep and examine with mind
- that the beast's fine design
- is to bind the blind kind
- and confine the divine pine
- don't know what I mean? your problem not mine
- (Kalligraphy)
- (Hook)
- Schooling funds for my kids
- Test done by my momma (momma)
- Tariffs the bringing of karma (of karma)
- Background check for a choppa (ch ch)
- Schooling funds for my kids
- Test done by my momma (momma)
- Tariffs the bringing of karma (of karma)
- Background check for a choppa (ch ch)
- (DamonTheLyricist)
- Yo, between the gun and the holy water
- The rejections is broken part of the system of bows and darts
- Trauma causing karma to slit throats in their honor
- Not to be part of a shooting school, burnt up in some learning
- We are no deserving of third body, chopped up in thirds
- The street life, half angel, half demon
- I have some rap secret to ask, people on vast reaching to ask me
- To be Nasty Nas on track, beat the passing on
- Happy, having to be sad
- Because the media’s got us wrapped in their candy coated trap, see?
- My school is an operation of failures
- Broke the barrier, let the principal carry it
- Rebellion marry me, I walk inside of a scary van—it gets nastier
- Blood on streets, we will show that homies die on the block
- Let me do it for you, digging up all the bodies
- Corpses are in the story, let me tell you something really horrifying
- The musclebound villain, lost love
- Soul, I had to grab the piece to hop in it
- Murder life, bang bang to the rocked ceiling, shock millions
- With lyrical shots at the cops’ realest
- So me demons envy, the feed is in me
- Eat beats like Peter swinging the sword, angels roar
- Fame is yours—name the AK to face, it’s warm
- The barrel sizzling from the last harrow victim
- The bone marrow weakens, fear is like a narrow deep end
- Diving into the abyss of the city—no one’s listening
- For all my opposition, often missing
- Rocking Pac and some Nas in riches
- Get socked by the rock, then dipped, my milestone is off in distances
- (ARYEH)
- Aryeh the number one, never be another one
- Butterflies in the stomach, firing into the junk
- Televised, set aside the right time for the dunk
- I rap until I'm half as ill as K Dot, face off flossing these rotten MCs
- These toddlers copying E 40 and A$AP Rocky
- I'm paying homage to Rakim, rhymes so tight you need Metamucil
- Facing giants in chains, I'm loose in 'em
- Infusing pens and pads, rebranding hip hop, I'm meshugge like a baboon
- But speeding past, through light years ahead
- Steering the pages, these wannabes, I'll will Chris slap 'em dead
- I'm the cream of the crops; these MCs have a singular thought
- Sharing one brain cell, just withering knots
- Telling everybody you got girls, y'all single, just stop
- I thank God for this talent and the rhymes I rock
- Me and Kalligraphy in Cali riding a Cadillac
- Y'all lacking taste, I lock you in the base and hang you by your snot
- Kalligraphy, hit 'em up
- (Kalligraphy)
- It’s the verbal AK spray, aka the great K
- Aka the most insane, the propellant rays
- Selling the game for a gun under the hot sun
- That’s dumb, the gun rung
- Mac 10s listening to Mac Miller, that’s psycho killer
- Barretta in the palms and it’s humming like it’s Thriller
- School don’t have money to advance my knowledge
- Those fools fail me and erase what I’ve polished
- That’s why I’m off the pills and lookin for kills
- Cuz they cut me loose, the boosted me to shoot
- Now I’m running through the halls, bullets hitting walls
- I’m spitting crazy, the police in tryna pelt me
- But my momma help me, jury on my delts, see
- They don’t pardon me, they label me as psychotic of psychology
- They hard on me like mahogany but they faker than Greek mythology
- I’m in the cuffs, I’m the room, dim light for the sinning fool
- They wanna know why I shot up my school
- I told them it’s the cruel fools that run the place and conceal jewels
- They hide diamonds and provide lightning
- Causing my work to not be shining
- Paws in the mix and it hurts like a Nephilim biting
- They don’t buy it, they sentence me to life in prison
- All the grieving mothers happy and cheering
- The school back to living but somethings missing
- My apology for all the staff dissin’
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