Negus
Look at'em
The hook rattling from the drum
Vulnerable like bullets bullied thru ur lungs
Run, playing hooky with rookies on the run
Grab ya soul, grab ya gun
Vultures hubber around the sun
Imagery
Connecting lines to my facility
Cops and bigotry, my pops scenery
At the stop getting bled to death in locks , its killin me
Getting deep, i harvest these crops, but my master dont know what my pigament sees
Systematic, they expect crimes, nd want I to accept the chemistry
Kill kunta nigga, im that negus to be
Negus, Segun
Seize hens
Still tying all these loose ends
Noose ends, looking for that new lynch
Timberlands shall fall too
These real hill niggas, is Hilfiger, red white blue
Bittersweet, pitiful hues
Merica babies shaking from her cliterous wounds
Pussy talk, fuck all these pussy fart fumes
Dont let this hoodie spark feud, yall dont want to duel with the goodie mob phew!
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