This shit get critical, always gotta get different one
The innocent children, driven in the wrong division
You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women
Screams, i thought we killed em ,thank god he didn't the thought of children,
Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,
This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers
Instead of shootin all my children in a lifestyle
I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time
Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys
Home of the rappin disease
Promote sex to children under the age of ten,
We must, be the flyest of southerner men
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