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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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