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Tytuł: Live And Undrugged Pt. 1 & 2

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  Live And Undrugged Part I
  
  Its been a long time
  Since the rhyme rode
  A rough road
  I'm riding rhymes & givin
  A dose of brotherland
  Never said I wasn't good at it
  Cause I'm a static addict
  No fear you gotta
  Know I had it
  If you know better
  Spose to do better
  So I know like Al Green
  We gotta stay together
  
  Knock knock...who's there
  Where? overhere
  Da boom kids knockin
  Bang and they outta here
  The dopemans livin at home
  Aloneman
  They dont understand
  But they can
  They can can
  If I dont say it
  I'm a sucka parlayin it
  Don't really matter
  When the flow fatter
  
  But I dont dont
  Believe
  & duck bob an weave
  Will deceive a street corner
  And the 40 thieves
  
  They bring em in
  You do em in
  He bring em in
  You do us in
  
  Smell em knockin da/boom
  Hear em hittin nat/boom
  
  I'm comin atcha
  Live and uncut
  An undrugged
  These days they be thinkin I'm bugged
  Livin I be kicken it
  
  Hard instead of lickin it
  Down domination on the overground
  
  Tell me what we be
  Seekin is self preservation
  A nation of millions
  Gotta go wit a feelin
  Uncle Sam be gatt Uncle Tom
  And when it comes to drugs
  Uncle Tom gotta bomb
  Can I get a pop
  Till the muthafukas stop
  Sellin nat shit
  That make the hoody drop
  No more easy gettin over
  For da cracka in the back
  
  Yo its over
  Number 1 wit a bullet
  He pull it what I do now
  Cant out run it or duck
  Or get a new Chuck
  Up against the wall
  Wont confess yall
  I mo move & I'm gone
  An so I guess yall
  Lemme tell you so lend me a listen
  I'm missin a life
  If I aint givin up an ass kissin
  No television or movie style
  No buckwild thinkin
  Cause I dont know what he drinkin
  But he better act quick
  Cause I'm gettin quicker
  3 mo seconds to go
  I hope he hold da trigga
  If he do dat
  The gatt iz outta his hands
  
  & then he gotta deal wit a man
  Punks jump up to get beat
  I'm on the funky beat
  Beat beat yall
  Until its 6 feet
  Under dirt & the mud
  Here we go again
  Another enemy if you
  Never was a friend
  Never clever
  As I was in this endever
  Never again trust a smile or grin
  From comin outta da womb
  To endin up in a tomb
  Another sport
  Caught knockin nat boom
  
  Here go the verse that hurts
  Head brother in charge
  So I better get bodyguard
  What can I do
  Break a leg on the avenue
  Where the bootleggers
  They be stackin the odds
  Try to be hard but they playin my cards
  Fuckin wit chicken
  But I'm duckin in the lard
  Been goin straight since 78
  I wanna live I dont wanna be late
  I head em comin at me
  Runnin fast & ruff
  Aint this a bitch & test for the tuff
  Bang/doubt it
  Without a life
  I cant live without it
  Bang
  
  Live And Undrugged Part II
  
  Rhymer in a zone
  
  Say u wanna revolution
  40 acres to 40 ounces
  Plus they announcin
  The mule is the one thats fooled
  But I pass to be that jackass
  Knockin that boom
  To the tomb
  Out the womb
  I bet against the spread
  I flipped death threats
  And the 3 to the head
  Never get enough
  The raw, the rugged, the ruff
  Oh my the jam the dunk the stuff
  I got a mind thats maddes than Minolta
  Hard in a rock place my corner
  And the winner is
  Whoop there it is
  33 years without a beer or slow gin fizz
  Rather get frunk off
  Hearin rhymin wit biz
  Rhymamatician, rumpshaker
  Mindquaker
  Not a cracker or a quacker
  But a waker
  Put my thing down
  Step my shit up
  Put up or shut up
  Peace to the original what up
  Back to the motherland
  Where its warmer, transformer
  Kill the informer
  I hear em talkin creepin
  But I'm not sleepin
  My mellow I go back
  Way back going, going
  Before crack
  And the 8 track
  Still goin, gone, goodbye
  To the lazy
  I ain't pushing up or drivin
  No daisies
  I gotta remember Philly in September
  Aint nuttin finer than peace
  In Carolina & to the gods
  Wanna be, gotta be
  Starter of mo flow
  Here we go the front row
  As I cut the silly rhymin
  Riddlin still the flow
  Gettin ridda dem
  Racist swazis
  Cause I'm brinin kamikazes
  They gotta give us where we live
  We don't own
  What you think is home
  Its time to go up in smoke
  911 is no joke
  Once again friends
  This enemy states fiddy states
  Still say chill wait until
  The right time baby
  Damn the blood line
  Gettin raid with AIDS
  But somebodys gettin paid
  Lets get it on and a on
  But brothers gettin killed
  Cause blunts & 40's is like
  Cookies to da milk
  I'm not crazy
  I'm the revelation
  Last days in time
  The overtime rhymer
  Rhymer in a zone
  Right vs wrong
  Good versus evil
  God versus the devil
  Public Enemy
  Muse Sick In Hour Mess Age