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Tone Tha Titan:
Can it be, can it be, that i could take a trip, with my tree and Hennessy, take my mind overseas, to where the pyramids be, smoking sesame, under the sycamore tree, knowing in my brain, no MC sicker than me, I'm in my own lane, r8 with tiger seats, foamposites and backwoods, this is hood sheik, the blood of the weak, flows like a river in the streets, the weeping and moaning, gnashing our teeth, scratching and clawing to survive another week, still put my best foot forward, like babies born breech,ever been mindfucked before, I'm a take em to the Greek, I couldn't eat for eight weeks, took a lock to the cheek, thank God, i didn't go, and take this glock, to his beak, my piece by my crotch, got stopped by police, I was bout to reach, till they asked you know p?
I just wanted to take this time to reflect, we rep different blocks, but they all intersect, magnifying glass in the sun, and we're the insects, they control our population, so we don't infest, They inject us with their medicine, before our first breath, victims to the curriculum, they mold our intellect, our phone calls and text, all get intercepted, they stop and frisk us, just to get respected
Dash The Baptist:
This no picture perfect so I wont pitch you perfect,
the broken mirror the reflection it deflects,
What I neglect the effects direct!
try and dissect cos it weighs on my intellect,
On the internet am satirized on the newsprint,
end up six feet am Jean Charles de Menezes,
he was not a menace but O-dog they witness,
looking for the Caine no mist no gorillas,
is it trigga happy or is it more than the burners,
institutional he put his hands on us,
confrontational bully boy on them corners,
acts like Mcnulty but inside Marlo,
how low we didn’t forget about Diallo,
41 shots in my frame in my frame now I lie low,
The crucifixion now we conditioned,
students of the game we are silent victims!!