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wispers of dead rappers take over my thoughts,
time stops , ghosts of the past rise and souls lost,im taught and trained and engraved in my brain is name lord to the game, strike even though im tamed,dont trust any,cause if im broke i can work wit a penny,come and get me, ready to die ,no fear of death, thats how you get there to spare the ware and tare nobody cares, so fuck others cause even brothers wanna see ya covered,im seein heaven while you just reachin the abyss,you heard about the book of life i wrote that shit,the truth is hopeless,double-duece smoke shit,a noose choke shit,nobody more loke than this, i was made in jail, born on bail,and raised in hell, taught to sell, yall cats will fail,i dripped blood so they followed the trail,youll derail like an amtrax train,my word inflicts physical pain, white and get hype like my nick name was cane,snipe long range, special in the brain, like goin down deaths lane god be wit me, im sheddin tears for who no longer here,grippin life wit a passion , even though im crashin,shiftin out a gear losin it,scared the mirror,tragedy as it i was born,a family torn for what drug to live on
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your body begins to tremble,hittin you wit my pencil,like scarface im comin suspensful,let me begin to dissasemble its a hard race so imma come and get ya with a hard one on my waste,imma put you in ya place hgit you up like homeruns,wit my chrome gun,send ya home son,havin you lookin like gibert the grape, its not ya fate till i come around fuck rain,fallin harder than hail,hail bitch,leave no trail for a snitch,ill embarris you kid like Micheal Jackson and touchin little boys asses ya faget im causion static, strikin wit automatics,shootin boys up this is terror tacticts splitten you up in fragments.
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