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[Verse 1]

I’m an addict no joke, I fiend for this rap shit
Fresh out of rehab kid, I’m back at it
Disgusted, broke every mirror in my house
I got demons, make it clear what I’m about
Nights choosing lessons, fam in the dope beats
Standing on both feet, damned in these cold streets
Don’t speak, let the music do the talking
Bloody stages and dance floors, ruined Walkmen
Make your computer crash, do the math
Kick it with the crew at last, Greater Good flew the flag
Two g’s up, we bust, believe us
Feel a deep rush when pain and Stampede what
Sneaky fucks crept on me, tried to beat me up
Feed me cuts, drop freestyles, an easy buck
Shooting rhythms like heroin and bet on
Smoking MC’s, like Stretchcon(?) I’m headstrong

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Ride or die, wanna test homie? God bless
Ams in the flesh, beating me is all fixed
So cool, no telling what I go through
Wanna see what it is? Let me show you

[Verse 2]

Not a pipedream, just a lot of ice cream
Let the light beam off my jewels, my eyes gleam
Rep hard, putting it down for my team
Grimy mic fiend, do you know what I mean?
I got it on the arm for the fact that I’m real
Getting distribution and the packaging deals
Boxes of that potent flying across the ocean
Thank the man Leedz for giving me my promotion
Sum of all fans being equal to the quotient
Of how many times I put out some more dope shit
Eat my dust, screw these green-eyed fucks
Because they don’t feel pain or breathe like us
Pay attention sucker, you can see I’m nuts
Cut the cheque, bitch, I don’t got free time cunt
Wife says slaughter, nights in the head waters
White is getting snorted, writing it to record it

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[Verse 3]

Flood the block block with all that product
Bust the squawk box and call my squad up
Bang it to these groupies and hoes, the dick riders
Jump on the bandwagon after chips rise up
Original beats, showbiz your raw talent
Chilling on peeps, slow kids lost balance
Folks proud of the boy, I know what I know
Die slow, pussy should’ve never walked the tightrope
Fucking circus act, you vermin rat
I heard your tracks, every single verse was whack
Trying to make money off a gangster image
The game is finished and that’s ? brains, you fit in
Rock and roller, I’m dying to cross over
Need your career revived then call Hova
I’m up and coming, motherfuckers running
Zigzagging, dodging the shots of a drunken gunman

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Alone in my own world all the time
With all sorts of crazy thoughts going through my mind
Put my lifetime in between the paper’s lines
I shine and I still climb on the grind

[Verse 1]

Big addiction, dollar bills, sniffing and popping pills
La vida loca, still I bring a lot of skills
I got the game in the smash, correlating the math
This is what I do, I stay in a lab
Produce bangers and laugh while they’re raking in cash
Greater Good got the haze and the hash
I’m high all the time, sign dotted lines
Rhyme’s not a crime, all I see is dollar signs
? funds, return of the prodigal son
My reason for rhymes, a logical one
I do it for the love, nothing more, nothing less
But all that hating and faking got a brother stressed
In my zone, amped up in a mic booth
It’s hard living knowing that nobody likes you
Yet I keep focused, let my peeps notice
That’ I’m a street soldier plus I’m a deep poet

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[Verse 2]

I’m a fucking machine running the Bean with a sick plot
To get props, spit hot, staying true to hip hop
Paint the perfect picture, give me an in
Spaz out, spitting a grin for vision and pen
Didn’t you hear? Kids isn’t scared
Ripping the stair, killing the kicks
Culture, we live in it here
Sipping a beer while I’m hitting a square
? in the school yo, these rap cats, I’m skinning em bare
My whole style different and real
Listen and fear the most live
We nosedive, I twist in the air
Like a cyclone, ensuing damage
Crews panic, their following betrays them
I’m setting a new standard
The cool bandit, ?, show improved ?
I’m ready to blow, hurry up and light the fuse damn it
Boom, they’re like, did you hear Ams?
You’re a firecracker, son, I’m a nuclear bomb

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[Verse 3]

Like a fat kleptomaniac, I take the cake
Drug runner moving raw shit from state to state
Bang insane, leave your dude like a crystal
Turn into a Muslim and change your name
I’m the one and only, everyone else is fucking phony
I’m the ? death guy, you can’t hold me
My nickname is Deli cause I pack clubs
Call me Tupac Shakur cause I’m a black thug
? fake rappers, I’m in outerspace, bastards
Like fires in theatres how I blaze clappers
I’m the future, playing my position, karma sutra
Kamakazee in the club, boy, I’m the shooter
I’m sick, call a doctor, my mom and papa
I need medicine, I don’t need Excedrin
Y’all know what I mean? That’s all I need
I’m a bury dead men the way I RIP

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[Verse 1]

Yo, work hard but we work harder
? farther than this, you couldn’t find a target harder to hit
Part himself but my squad is the shit
As far as myself, I’m as hard as it gets
So I’mma melt every song that I spit on
If you feel this shit a lot or a bit
You must admit that it’s hard to dismiss son, this is one
Click with range and I click that aim
So we are less like a clique and more like click clack bang

[Verse 2]

J-O-S rise intelligent, rhymes irrelevant to the world with times we dwelling in
Greater good like Osama’s motivation
Like a peaceful man growing impatient
We them voices that you don’t hear but know it’s there
Cause peace is like fresh beef, it’s so rare
True school hip hop’ll hit harder than a step father
Until they make me your next martyr

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Holy roller, roll your dice
Holy roller, you’d better think twice
Holy roller, you think you fresh
You ain’t nothing even close son, catch your breath

Holy roller, roll your dice
Holy roller, you’d better think twice
Holy roller, you think you fresh
You ain’t nothing even close son, catch your breath

[Verse 3]

Yeah, get your hands up high
Greater Good ? we the ? we fly
Up on the Boulevard ? fam we shine
Then reach my pinnacle, it’s no random high
? and the plans is right
I’mma get it hyper-zealous for the fans tonight
I’mma down a couple Guiness till this man is nice
And show these niggas that it’s business when I grab the mic, aight?

[Verse 4]

Fall way back and get snapped in half
We laughs at your rap from back of the class
Y’all trapped in the past and you’re after the fact
Step up dawg and let the good tackle the track
Cats are whack straight up, they envy us or hate us
It’s the Greater Good yes, but what we are the saviours
Of existence with no resistance
All the ladies wanna have my infants

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[Verse 5]

Arms strapped, ready to rash for raw raps
To defend my resources, stacks, and comrades
All about the benjes, cash, and contracts
Trained to bang on em and clash in combat
Shell shock, big guns clap on contact
Traumatize eyes from the flash of bomb blasts
War report, wiretap your broadcast
Soldier of fortune getting snatched at long last

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[Verse 1]

Learn what the game teaches
Hope the pain ceases, insane genius
Take Jagers till my brain freezes
Crazy to stay breathing kid I ain’t leaving
Hustle and flow, doing both for the same reasons
For the cause my disturbed soul will burn slow
Try to earn dough while I blaze in the inferno
I let off my first shot and caught the fever
Stepped one foot in the game and bought the ether
No joke when I’m writing the rhymes
Fuck a punchline, I’ll write about my life and my times
This is real shit, throw your hands up if you can feel this
Amadeus come through to show them what the deal is
A wise man told me that justice was blind
Tried to tip the scales so I’m stuck in the grind
In the shadow of the sun so I struggle to shine
Seems like I’m living in Hell getting fucked in the mind like

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Judge not lest ye be judged, I need freedom
Stay strong getting it on and keep breathing
Stampeding far away from these demons
Comfortably and safe in the company of saints

[Verse 2]

Yeah, never stress the feelings although the pressure’s building
Children of a lesser god study lessons chilling
So I’m bugging off it, the reluctant prophet
Stop hating on me, come out of the fucking closet
? heat I’m copping , homie I see you watching
I produce to get loose, I keep it rocking
? fam, you know what I stand for
Hem up the boss man, knuckle down my landlord
Screaming on the police, let em know there’s no peace
Rip me up before I keep close game, it’s so deep
I lost a lot of family and I could go next
I know the cold facts of this life kid, it’s grotesque
It’s like I’m playing a game I know I couldn’t win
Shoula been good again, work is what I’m putting in
Hate is what I’m getting back and that’s a simple fact
I don’t owe a goddamn thing, pussy, I live the rap

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[Verse 3]

Yeah, let him without sin cast the first stone
I give my life to these kids, what has the church shown?
Nothing strangely, I’m angry justifiably
Call me a rebel cause I never trust society
Sold my soul, cold-hearted and my brain’s numb
Get to where I’m going, won’t forget where I came from
Dodging pitfalls, shit eating grin y’all
Listen to the words motherfucker, make your skin crawl
Everyday I’m representing the team
You can cut the words but you could never censor the dream
Put me in a dark cell without a pot to piss in
Left in pitch black but you could never block the vision
Turn my friends against me, leave me in the gutter
Do me physical harm but you could never beat a brother
No born loser, cousin I was bred to win
In other words, fuck the world, they can sit and spin

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