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Automatic,


Just it in

The right
The music's
out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night
The gear the god was type way out of sight
Limping past the
my man, a'ight
Steelo type fat, solar type
Later for and honey, get the money out this piece

I handle streets, all slick
Just like a no ???

She got
Cause I gots the platinum
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New York
As they temp our perms, I ride the iron worms
across down, from the boogie with no faking
Ghetto to my marrow,
on back to Crooklyn
Hold it, as loot in my timbs and suits
Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now push they blow out
A slicker nigga pig, dig me my fucking 'fro out
Limping up the one tree
The
The eject these
That's word to green
Now the
I play that like, primo hustler
hair, oil slick, loyal to kick and dirty snare
Little
Answers to the nom de plum
Nice, preciser rubber, and cutter
In a dip state, I contemplate
Whose avenue be the most bacon?
My honey gets the loot out, shaking
We getting live, dreaming being in the ave. bus stop
Then I call out, wassup?
Seems that the dream team's me, the god, and Sulaiman

If your is phatty

And on
I'm gone
Hey, hey, hey

Easin in as as I can

You know my motions, with no limo
I ride the c local, and tilt my army
Milt the vibes, pro symbolize
Built with the fives, my clique amplified
Sounds as we ease, beneath the New moon
as we dip, increase these New York tunes
It's the universe I
Nappy and happy, June 12th, I self don't say that
on the ships, with irons around the fist
Gradual to afros, cats, and fist picks
Still boogies, and the styles they want
Now try to move us, for the styles we flaunt
But I, seen it sunny, plus seen
Plus seen my moneys getting for change
I face left in the up
up the god
When the
to the essence
Sinks deep down into the blue cover
The got surreal cause we feel you ain't a gangster
I was a youngster ate jazz and black
Freedom had a pistol it was just like
Old earth gave me kisses to her and power records
Pumas these flavors busy b mic
The says I'm down, from the ground up

But what if emcee

Come on, go

in as slick as I can

The right
The music's
Departing out of Crooklyn, type Saturday
The the god was rocking type way out of sight
past the projects
See my man,

the mic check counts
My is cash
I shoot out
I get that out cause I'm fresh
Hit you with the front grin, with diamond look
Muhammad made em, Nikki him
I was
I an emcee in a eye blink
you wack as crack
Cee-know got my
And we can laugh

And for example, we swift
up on luck
And for complexing, like and brown skin
We of this, built this with south boogie

Outs the clowns, in the
the cash

I em
the ruck, or get stuck by my comrade's badge
Just my mom and dad had it
And did it

Easin in as as I can

please, quiet please
Welcome to this
Black 700 the art of easing
I'm your instructor Mr. Castro
Take a look at syllabus
You are required to be out, and dip daily
Guess, army suits, timbs, lugz,
Quiet please in the back, please
You will two texts
And finally, we are taking a field
To the East Housing
Projects perfect slang
Black caeser, superfly,
These are the images we you portrayed in
Please, could you be Mr. Simmons
you