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(kevin1100)
always distracted by the things that i’m attracted to/
like fast coupes with the roofs that’s retractable/
to tell the truth i was through with living practical/
just tryna ride 500 horses with no saddle yo/
doing the most with a little bit/
so when i get rich then you know that this kid gon’ be sick with it/
long as i’m eating i’m spitting lines worth tweeting/
and that’s the bottom line like pound sign real n-gg- shit/
my life is trending, i’m tired of blending/
in with these fools that sleep on my beginnings/
‘cause in the ending, i’m making these ends meet/
and that’s my m.o. that’s n-o pretending/
i’ll get my kinfolk in these limo’s thats bending/
corners round the world like their luxury’s lengthy/
so we yolo till we die, then its mansions in the sky right/
glad to be alive, hallelujah, praise god/
but while on earth, i’m emphasizing the differences/
between you regulars and my dudes that’s reinventing this/
game we bout to get up in, so get a pen and take notes/
‘cause you c-sharp dudes out here handlin’/
and dismantling instrumental tracks with great flows/
so be grateful, ‘cause the auditory’s tasteful/
i waste no time for your mind, catch a faceful/
of that great pull, you gon’ learn but this ain’t school/
the shampoo i use make my pubes smell like fresh fruit/
she love it when i rap, cuz now her n-gg- getting’ fresh too/

(kevin1100)
i ain’t got shit to lose, i got a lot to gain/
i know some hoes, but i’m out the game/
rappin’ like a pro (but without) n-gg-, f-ck the fame/
i ain’t got shit to lose, i got a lot to gain/
i know some hoes, but i’m out the game/
rappin’ like a pro (but without) n-gg-, f-ck the fame/

(you can’t) you can’t save what you don’t make/
n-gg-s get paid to act like a slave/
this everyday in the us of a/
the n-gg- on stage found his escape/
tightened up his jays and then he ran a way/
and went from naps to braids/
braids to waves/
and then he got faded off haterade/
swerved bull shit like escalades/
on 28s around barracades/
so let the haters hate/
on this amazing grace/
this ain’t a paper chase/
but the paper straight/
fresh from the press/
spend some, save some, burn the rest/
i don’t believe in beef so get it off ya chest/
gettin’ paid to preach cus my speech is blessed/
each and every phrase i say, will make you think that i’m a seasoned vet/
we k!llin’ this shit till the beat is dead/
to make it live on/
cuz we champions/
ya’ll ambien/
sleepin’ on a n-gg- that’s handling/
i just make it happen then plan again/
got more drive than americans/
but don’t mistake that for no arrogance/
cus that would be too ‘unamerican’ (say what?)

(stu simon)
better salute the flag soldier…say what?
better stand in place…n-gg- say what?
shit! i said stand in place young n-gg-…f-ck’s wrong whichu?…f-ck that shit…
the hand of the man in the kitchen/
is grabbin the pans and the dishes/
he’s whippin’ some chickens/
the end of his mission is tender and crispy/
he grew up on chitlins in silver (that’s true)
his mother’s elizabeth/
he’s gotta whole buncha brothers and sisters with/
the oldest of all of the siblings/
the darkest of all of the children/
he’s probly got knowledge and wisdom to p-ss and depart (like what?)/
like how to go start you a business/
or slaughter a hog and process a sausage/
or get you some sauces to go with your entrée/
i gotta go watch and just listen/
and sop like a mop or a biscuit/
i bought me a cannon to doc-ment all of my kinsmen answering all of my quizzin’/
and all of this talking is profit i promise to use it to win me an oscar/
and author a doc about south carolina/
the honor and drama of tryna get dollars/
mommas with hondas and three baby fathers/
no matter the city, the town, or the county/
these n-gg-s is chillin but down to get rowdy/
out we been counted but losin’ is doubted/
(kevin1100)
and then we took it from the jump drive, to the e-mail/
just a n-gg- living life for the details/
sell and re-tell on different tracks/
never derail when i called raiin and put it on the tracks/
my mind is trained, so i sell it back/
cus i know the truth/
i saw’em in the mirror, then i hit the booth/
i saw’em in the mirror then i hit the booth/

- kevin1100

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