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Out Of Place Quotes: THEY SAY THE GOODNESS IN LIFE BELONGS TO THOSE WHO BELIEVE SO, I BELIEVE...YES! I START TO THINK, AND THEN I SINK INTO THE PAPER, LIKE I WAS INK WHEN I'M WRITING I'M TRAPPED IN BETWEEN THE LINE I ESCAPE WHEN I FINISH THE RHYME MY POPS SAID HE WAS IN LOVE WHEN HE MADE ME THOUGHT ABOUT IT FOR A SECOND, WASN'T HARD TO SEE I COULD HEAR HE WAS SINCERE, WAS A GAME OF PROMOTION THE ENTIRE AFFAIR'S PROBABLY CHARGED WIT EMOTION BUT LOVE CALL YOUR HEART, I GUESS YOU GOT TO PERSUE 12-11-73 MY LIFE IS TESTAMENT PRAISE THE BENEFICENT, ELEMENT THAT REST DEVOID IN THE FORM THAT MAKE LOVE MANIFEST I SPENT MY EARLY YEARS IN ROOSEVELT PROJECT IT WAS A BRIGHT VALLEY WIT SOME DARK PROSPECTS IN '83, VENNY C WAS THE HOST WIT THE MOST I LISTENED TO THE RAP ATTACK AND HELD THE RADIO CLOSE I LISTENED TO THE RAP ATTACK AND HELD THE RADIO CLOSE THIS IS FAR BEFORE THE DAYS OF HIGH GLAMOUR AND POSE AIYYO POWER FROM THE STREET LIGHT MADE THE PLACE DARK I KNOW A FEW UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M TALKIN ABOUT IT WAS LOVE FOR THE THING THAT MADE ME WANNA STAY OUT IT WAS LOVE FOR THE THING THAT MADE ME STAY IN THE HOUSE SPENDIN TIME, WRITIN RHYMES TRYIN TO FIND WORDS THAT DESCRIBE THE VIBE THAT'S INSIDE THE SPACE WHEN YOU CLOSE YO' EYES AND SCREW YO' FACE IS THIS THE PAIN OF TOO MUCH TENDERNESS TO MAKE ME NOD MY HEAD IN REVERENCE SHOULD I VISIT THIS PLACE AND REMEMBER IT? TO BUILD LANDMARKS HERE AS EVIDENCE NIGHT TIME, SPIRIT SHOOK MY TEMPERMENT TO WRITE RHYMES THAT PORTRAY THIS SENTIMENT WE LIVE THE NOW FOR THE PROMISE OF THE INFINITE WE LIVE THE NOW FOR THE PROMISE OF THE INIFINITE AND WE BELIEVE IN THE PROMISE YES YES Y'ALL AND WE DON'T STOP BECAUSE I GOT LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE LOVE, L-O-V-E TO MC GET LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE LOVE, L-O-V-E I MC GET LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE LOVE, L-O-V-E TO MC GET LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE THE M-O-S-D-E-F-INITELY CHECK IT OUT Y'ALL, FEEL ME OUT Y'ALL FEEL ME OUT Y'ALL, HEAR MY OUT Y'ALL CHECK ME, OUT Y'ALL FEEL ME OUT Y'ALL, CHECK IT OUT Y'ALL NOW HEAR OUT Y'ALL CHECK ME OUT Y'ALL, FEEL ME OUT Y'ALL CHECK ME OUT Y'ALL, FEEL ME OUT Y'ALL FEEL ME OUT Y'ALL CHECK ME OUT Y'ALL, CHECK IT OUT Y'ALL MY FOLKS SAID THEY WAS IN LOVE WHEN THEY HAD ME I TAKE THEY LOVE THEY MADE ME WIT TO MAKE RHYMES AND BEATS  THE RAW DEAL, IT'S ALL WHEEL-DRIVEN CONTEMPLATE THE ESSENCE OF BEATS, RHYMES AND LIVING SPEECH IN LINE WIT THE RHYTHM, DESIGNED WIT THE RHYTHM EARS AND EYES KEEPIN GOOD TIME WIT THE RHYTHM I SHINE WIT THE RHYTHM, THE BLACK STAR GALLACTICA BIG NUMBER FLEETIN, WE ANCIENT LIKE THE ABBACCA'S AFTER US, I SEE MOST PROCEED TO BE TREES SPROUTIN LEAVES, GIVEN BREEZE TO THE WE WHO BELIEVE I MC, WHICH MEANS I MUST CULTIVATE THE EARTH BACK STRAIGHT BACKS, HARD BEATS AND HARD WORK I BE THE FUNKY DRUMMER TO SOFTEN THE HARD EARTH  PRAY ALLAH KEEP MY SOUL AND HEART CLEAN  PRAY THE SAME THING AGAIN FOR ALL MY TEAM THIS GO OUT TO FORT GREENE AND ON OUT TO QUEENS UPTOWN TO BOOGIE DOWN, YO JUST LOOK AROUND AND SHOOK UP THE WORLD!, LIKE ALI IN 6-3 I'M REACHIN THE HEIGHT THAT YOU SAID CANNOT BE I'M BRINGIN THE LIGHT BUT YOU SAID WE CAN'T SEE SAW THE NEW DAY COMMIN, AND IT LOOK JUST LIKE ME SOME BURST THROUGH THE CLOUDS, MY PHOTO ID I BRING LIGHT TO YOUR DAY AND RAISE YO' DEGREE THE UNIVERSAL MAGNETIC, YOU MUST RESPECT IT FROM END TO BEGINNING, ? TRUE AND LIVIN EVERY CHANGING, IT WAS A STATE OF MAGNIFICENT BUILDING IT NOW FOR THE PROMISE OF THE INFINITE BUILDING IT NOW FOR THE PROMISE OF THE INIFINITE BECAUSE I GOT LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE LOVE, L-O-V-E TO MC GET LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE LOVE, L-O-V-E TO MC GET LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE LOVE, L-O-V-E TO MC GET LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE THE M-O-S-D-E-F-INITELY
THEY SAY THE GOODNESS IN LIFE BELONGS TO THOSE WHO BELIEVE SO, I BELIEVE...YES! I START TO THINK, AND THEN I SINK INTO THE PAPER, LIKE I WAS INK WHEN I'M WRITING I'M TRAPPED IN BETWEEN THE LINE I ESCAPE WHEN I FINISH THE RHYME MY POPS SAID HE WAS IN LOVE WHEN HE MADE ME THOUGHT ABOUT IT FOR A SECOND, WASN'T HARD TO SEE I COULD HEAR HE WAS SINCERE, WAS A GAME OF PROMOTION THE ENTIRE AFFAIR'S PROBABLY CHARGED WIT EMOTION BUT LOVE CALL YOUR HEART, I GUESS YOU GOT TO PERSUE 12-11-73 MY LIFE IS TESTAMENT PRAISE THE BENEFICENT, ELEMENT THAT REST DEVOID IN THE FORM THAT MAKE LOVE MANIFEST I SPENT MY EARLY YEARS IN ROOSEVELT PROJECT IT WAS A BRIGHT VALLEY WIT SOME DARK PROSPECTS IN '83, VENNY C WAS THE HOST WIT THE MOST I LISTENED TO THE RAP ATTACK AND HELD THE RADIO CLOSE I LISTENED TO THE RAP ATTACK AND HELD THE RADIO CLOSE THIS IS FAR BEFORE THE DAYS OF HIGH GLAMOUR AND POSE AIYYO POWER FROM THE STREET LIGHT MADE THE PLACE DARK I KNOW A FEW UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M TALKIN ABOUT IT WAS LOVE FOR THE THING THAT MADE ME WANNA STAY OUT IT WAS LOVE FOR THE THING THAT MADE ME STAY IN THE HOUSE SPENDIN TIME, WRITIN RHYMES TRYIN TO FIND WORDS THAT DESCRIBE THE VIBE THAT'S INSIDE THE SPACE WHEN YOU CLOSE YO' EYES AND SCREW YO' FACE IS THIS THE PAIN OF TOO MUCH TENDERNESS TO MAKE ME NOD MY HEAD IN REVERENCE SHOULD I VISIT THIS PLACE AND REMEMBER IT? TO BUILD LANDMARKS HERE AS EVIDENCE NIGHT TIME, SPIRIT SHOOK MY TEMPERMENT TO WRITE RHYMES THAT PORTRAY THIS SENTIMENT WE LIVE THE NOW FOR THE PROMISE OF THE INFINITE WE LIVE THE NOW FOR THE PROMISE OF THE INIFINITE AND WE BELIEVE IN THE PROMISE YES YES Y'ALL AND WE DON'T STOP BECAUSE I GOT LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE LOVE, L-O-V-E TO MC GET LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE LOVE, L-O-V-E I MC GET LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE LOVE, L-O-V-E TO MC GET LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE THE M-O-S-D-E-F-INITELY CHECK IT OUT Y'ALL, FEEL ME OUT Y'ALL FEEL ME OUT Y'ALL, HEAR MY OUT Y'ALL CHECK ME, OUT Y'ALL FEEL ME OUT Y'ALL, CHECK IT OUT Y'ALL NOW HEAR OUT Y'ALL CHECK ME OUT Y'ALL, FEEL ME OUT Y'ALL CHECK ME OUT Y'ALL, FEEL ME OUT Y'ALL FEEL ME OUT Y'ALL CHECK ME OUT Y'ALL, CHECK IT OUT Y'ALL MY FOLKS SAID THEY WAS IN LOVE WHEN THEY HAD ME I TAKE THEY LOVE THEY MADE ME WIT TO MAKE RHYMES AND BEATS THE RAW DEAL, IT'S ALL WHEEL-DRIVEN CONTEMPLATE THE ESSENCE OF BEATS, RHYMES AND LIVING SPEECH IN LINE WIT THE RHYTHM, DESIGNED WIT THE RHYTHM EARS AND EYES KEEPIN GOOD TIME WIT THE RHYTHM I SHINE WIT THE RHYTHM, THE BLACK STAR GALLACTICA BIG NUMBER FLEETIN, WE ANCIENT LIKE THE ABBACCA'S AFTER US, I SEE MOST PROCEED TO BE TREES SPROUTIN LEAVES, GIVEN BREEZE TO THE WE WHO BELIEVE I MC, WHICH MEANS I MUST CULTIVATE THE EARTH BACK STRAIGHT BACKS, HARD BEATS AND HARD WORK I BE THE FUNKY DRUMMER TO SOFTEN THE HARD EARTH PRAY ALLAH KEEP MY SOUL AND HEART CLEAN PRAY THE SAME THING AGAIN FOR ALL MY TEAM THIS GO OUT TO FORT GREENE AND ON OUT TO QUEENS UPTOWN TO BOOGIE DOWN, YO JUST LOOK AROUND AND SHOOK UP THE WORLD!, LIKE ALI IN 6-3 I'M REACHIN THE HEIGHT THAT YOU SAID CANNOT BE I'M BRINGIN THE LIGHT BUT YOU SAID WE CAN'T SEE SAW THE NEW DAY COMMIN, AND IT LOOK JUST LIKE ME SOME BURST THROUGH THE CLOUDS, MY PHOTO ID I BRING LIGHT TO YOUR DAY AND RAISE YO' DEGREE THE UNIVERSAL MAGNETIC, YOU MUST RESPECT IT FROM END TO BEGINNING, ? TRUE AND LIVIN EVERY CHANGING, IT WAS A STATE OF MAGNIFICENT BUILDING IT NOW FOR THE PROMISE OF THE INFINITE BUILDING IT NOW FOR THE PROMISE OF THE INIFINITE BECAUSE I GOT LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE LOVE, L-O-V-E TO MC GET LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE LOVE, L-O-V-E TO MC GET LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE LOVE, L-O-V-E TO MC GET LOVE, L-O-V-E AND I BE THE M-O-S-D-E-F-INITELY

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Sayings about Out Of Place: From the escape from ASH-they couldn't hold my ass-Butterfly over the Death Cliff-praying the devine wind gives me a lift-floating on a homemade raft-like this homemade craft-fuccing-with my nigga Puffin-the first Penguin to ever fly-with Fugu the Pufferfish by our side we down to T.T.X ride-Louiesville Sluggo's coming out the Tec-9-they Pappillons flying like Butterflys thru da Westside-to protect mines-I invest in my hide-wit tats da set Alpine-tatted on my neccline-so respect “I”-I'm on my Tesla-wordly reknown inventor-the Aliens are always sending me a telekentic message-with the word and they blessings-talking with the planets-electrifying the globe-with my Lean Flow-a Mad Scientist forever in the L.A.B cooking-I keep hoes in heat like black Labs when they looking-my Wifee Ally Capa-way to cavi proper-she a Golden Cali Knoccer-I'm hot niggah-like when Gucci heard Jeezy Assault Rifle case got dismissed-and his ice cream cone tatoo melted right off of his skin! -they talk about they Yuckaball but they really just a bugah-they didn't make it to the end of the book they no goodahs-I'm serving Bumpy Johnson & Johnson ‘s bubble gum packs bigger then Hoodlums-Dukes of Hazard when we beat the toxic out of em-King Hands my Twin Pit Blue Devil's beat & heat the shit out of em-I live the Big Face Life-fuccing 10 bitches in the same night-and that's just a lame night-they say stay in your lane right?-but they stray right-but going on da wrongway of life-I test the fates of strife-rolled da tricc made dice-conquered da Mercury side-with Hellboy heat unleashed da sunray shine-off da cliff to a made life-bacc to Da Green IsL.And of paradise-so many butterflys on da scene-with dey butts on fly if you know what I mean-opposite of da butter side-it's da better life-where we never die-we da Forever Pride-Asiatic Jesus “Still I Rise”-out of da Hole from da Prison Steele Side-I'm remembered 4ever like 2Pac & BIG throw Big L freesty! les in da mix-& you 4ever got this-my Lean Lyrics are inscript! ed in da Internet-burned on discs-passed down like da Bible from da Old 2 da New Testaments-I got copywritten “Da Tests Of Men”-registered in da Record Books so my “Real Fans” content-I took all Plea Bargains was cool on da Trials & Tribulations of da crooked justice system-it never prevailed in my cases cuz it's made to twist us-so coward ass haters can biasly judge & diss us-they clipped my Pappilon Wingz-but I still took flight & made it bacc in one piece-just like God don't like ugly-War don't like Peace-fake niggaz say they ain't no Peace Treaty-then why you still on the streets hollering PEACE-eating with a white flag as your dinner place setting & napkin on da daily-they square ass said I ain't never seen a Gangsta dat was rich-I told them then you a pranksta dat ain't seen shit-& how would you know what a real Gangsta is?-when all your lame life you been a ranker & a bitch-a scary punk stanking like shit-you wolf all dat just to get called out now look wh! at you did-you stayed on hush status like a big ole bitch-with too many diccs between your lips-pussy cat got your tongue?-Obviously huh punk?-you say you a Top Dogg-but All About U was Top Dogg-but you more like a hot dog-in a corndog-fried & burnt on da Devils Roof-same time on dat Church shit you need Juice-why The Game paint you as a washed up bitch dat fell off you Zima Proof-or maybe Foster's-cuz they say you went down under like a imposter-Huggie Boy? a Oldie but no Goodie? & Suge warned da Mobstas-same time different Westside Story you swanging on dem Compton Nuts-while The Nationwide Rip Ridahz is singing “Niggaz Is Killing Snoop”-why cause them real Kiwa Crip's don't like you-dats why you stopped banging True Blue-or da word on da streets dey made you- you too dry & a liar on fire-what happend to your G-Swag Old Dirty L-Dog no Ridah-you took da Young Dee with stamina-how ya fat momma felt when I was ramming her?-your dream is to own a fly casino-but you ! a Suspect like Bugsy Siegel-you do it all legal-& get swooped ! up by th e D.A Lil Homie in a undercover Nova or Regal-it feels good to ya baby bubba-hiding in da Hills of Chino your swag like your Mother's-& I ain't following dem cookies even if they were made by Mother's-who needs to add extra sprinkles or sugercoat you's a straight bustah-I was punking you on Twitter then you wanna find religion-Snoop Lion can't sell no more just Camp Snoopy Wolf Ticcets-neither can Snoop Corndog bitch go find another religion-because I'm vicous on you like dem stool pigeons-you might be deep in The Game but he said you got da rules missing-a undercover Blood named Snoop or a Snoop looking 4 clues fishing-you sang with The Dogg Pound right behind me-& up in ya bitch is where they might find fleas-or maybe C.I.A High Powered Bugs known to record things-no diss to 2Pac but you sang “Wanted dead Or Alive”-nah more like you “Wanted A Head Or A Pipe”-or “Wanted Dead for A LICE”?-planting a bug in somebody's ears-you got caught with all dem! straps & still ain't seen no Prison years-the Police said dipping thru da alley like Sally after fuccing Snoop a.k.a Sally I made my escape-I didn't even get a chance to grab my Snopp Dogg tape-but after making “Doggystyle” with his asscheeks da instrumentals sounded great-I know da Rhythm But Pranksta by heart who needs Snoop or his tapes-& if you dissing muthafucca then fucc calling out names-we passing out fair fades-come catch one muthafucca or be ashamed-we da same size we da same frame-like Six 4 to Supersport-that bulletproof Snoopcorndog Mobile make ya look lame-I usta be in Long Beach in da 80's doing my thang-where da real gang bangers hang-& play all day-& trust me Calvin you a Broad Us don't like your place-so we replaced ya & put ya in your rightful place-niggaz been boycotting you dats why you struggling to go Gold-not even Fool's Gold-not even Pyrite-why lie?-if Jay Z was on “Beautiful” it would of been 10 Million Sold-dats why you ran to R! occafeller-& I seen on TMZ at the Airport how they socced ya f! ella-tha t's why you live like a large coccafeller-a piece of shit dat no Poopa Scoopa would ever wanna touch-even for all da bones in da doggy dogg world nigga you a smutt-niggaz from Da 20's & Polly Ave to Rose don't like ya chump-you made them throw up-sicc with disgust-SND might not like ya either ya Uncle's on low probably said you's a PUNK-if so then they real like everyone else dats born & raised in DA SLUMZ-was you in the intro on da Realist song “Forgot About Dre”?-to gangsta for da radio yeah fucc da industry all day-I'm killing it up with just my Mixtapes-I brought da Westcoast bacc not you California Girl little Katy Purray-you flopped again ya fans did ya Doggystyle horray horray- you know da info-like you know what I was in fo-you know what to do-dat goes out to you-& any bitch ass nigga down with Snoop-hollah Rudy Poohs-& get da shit beat out of you-
From the escape from ASH-they couldn't hold my ass-Butterfly over the Death Cliff-praying the devine wind gives me a lift-floating on a homemade raft-like this homemade craft-fuccing-with my nigga Puffin-the first Penguin to ever fly-with Fugu the Pufferfish by our side we down to T.T.X ride-Louiesville Sluggo's coming out the Tec-9-they Pappillons flying like Butterflys thru da Westside-to protect mines-I invest in my hide-wit tats da set Alpine-tatted on my neccline-so respect “I”-I'm on my Tesla-wordly reknown inventor-the Aliens are always sending me a telekentic message-with the word and they blessings-talking with the planets-electrifying the globe-with my Lean Flow-a Mad Scientist forever in the L.A.B cooking-I keep hoes in heat like black Labs when they looking-my Wifee Ally Capa-way to cavi proper-she a Golden Cali Knoccer-I'm hot niggah-like when Gucci heard Jeezy Assault Rifle case got dismissed-and his ice cream cone tatoo melted right off of his skin! -they talk about they Yuckaball but they really just a bugah-they didn't make it to the end of the book they no goodahs-I'm serving Bumpy Johnson & Johnson ‘s bubble gum packs bigger then Hoodlums-Dukes of Hazard when we beat the toxic out of em-King Hands my Twin Pit Blue Devil's beat & heat the shit out of em-I live the Big Face Life-fuccing 10 bitches in the same night-and that's just a lame night-they say stay in your lane right?-but they stray right-but going on da wrongway of life-I test the fates of strife-rolled da tricc made dice-conquered da Mercury side-with Hellboy heat unleashed da sunray shine-off da cliff to a made life-bacc to Da Green IsL.And of paradise-so many butterflys on da scene-with dey butts on fly if you know what I mean-opposite of da butter side-it's da better life-where we never die-we da Forever Pride-Asiatic Jesus “Still I Rise”-out of da Hole from da Prison Steele Side-I'm remembered 4ever like 2Pac & BIG throw Big L freesty! les in da mix-& you 4ever got this-my Lean Lyrics are inscript! ed in da Internet-burned on discs-passed down like da Bible from da Old 2 da New Testaments-I got copywritten “Da Tests Of Men”-registered in da Record Books so my “Real Fans” content-I took all Plea Bargains was cool on da Trials & Tribulations of da crooked justice system-it never prevailed in my cases cuz it's made to twist us-so coward ass haters can biasly judge & diss us-they clipped my Pappilon Wingz-but I still took flight & made it bacc in one piece-just like God don't like ugly-War don't like Peace-fake niggaz say they ain't no Peace Treaty-then why you still on the streets hollering PEACE-eating with a white flag as your dinner place setting & napkin on da daily-they square ass said I ain't never seen a Gangsta dat was rich-I told them then you a pranksta dat ain't seen shit-& how would you know what a real Gangsta is?-when all your lame life you been a ranker & a bitch-a scary punk stanking like shit-you wolf all dat just to get called out now look wh! at you did-you stayed on hush status like a big ole bitch-with too many diccs between your lips-pussy cat got your tongue?-Obviously huh punk?-you say you a Top Dogg-but All About U was Top Dogg-but you more like a hot dog-in a corndog-fried & burnt on da Devils Roof-same time on dat Church shit you need Juice-why The Game paint you as a washed up bitch dat fell off you Zima Proof-or maybe Foster's-cuz they say you went down under like a imposter-Huggie Boy? a Oldie but no Goodie? & Suge warned da Mobstas-same time different Westside Story you swanging on dem Compton Nuts-while The Nationwide Rip Ridahz is singing “Niggaz Is Killing Snoop”-why cause them real Kiwa Crip's don't like you-dats why you stopped banging True Blue-or da word on da streets dey made you- you too dry & a liar on fire-what happend to your G-Swag Old Dirty L-Dog no Ridah-you took da Young Dee with stamina-how ya fat momma felt when I was ramming her?-your dream is to own a fly casino-but you ! a Suspect like Bugsy Siegel-you do it all legal-& get swooped ! up by th e D.A Lil Homie in a undercover Nova or Regal-it feels good to ya baby bubba-hiding in da Hills of Chino your swag like your Mother's-& I ain't following dem cookies even if they were made by Mother's-who needs to add extra sprinkles or sugercoat you's a straight bustah-I was punking you on Twitter then you wanna find religion-Snoop Lion can't sell no more just Camp Snoopy Wolf Ticcets-neither can Snoop Corndog bitch go find another religion-because I'm vicous on you like dem stool pigeons-you might be deep in The Game but he said you got da rules missing-a undercover Blood named Snoop or a Snoop looking 4 clues fishing-you sang with The Dogg Pound right behind me-& up in ya bitch is where they might find fleas-or maybe C.I.A High Powered Bugs known to record things-no diss to 2Pac but you sang “Wanted dead Or Alive”-nah more like you “Wanted A Head Or A Pipe”-or “Wanted Dead for A LICE”?-planting a bug in somebody's ears-you got caught with all dem! straps & still ain't seen no Prison years-the Police said dipping thru da alley like Sally after fuccing Snoop a.k.a Sally I made my escape-I didn't even get a chance to grab my Snopp Dogg tape-but after making “Doggystyle” with his asscheeks da instrumentals sounded great-I know da Rhythm But Pranksta by heart who needs Snoop or his tapes-& if you dissing muthafucca then fucc calling out names-we passing out fair fades-come catch one muthafucca or be ashamed-we da same size we da same frame-like Six 4 to Supersport-that bulletproof Snoopcorndog Mobile make ya look lame-I usta be in Long Beach in da 80's doing my thang-where da real gang bangers hang-& play all day-& trust me Calvin you a Broad Us don't like your place-so we replaced ya & put ya in your rightful place-niggaz been boycotting you dats why you struggling to go Gold-not even Fool's Gold-not even Pyrite-why lie?-if Jay Z was on “Beautiful” it would of been 10 Million Sold-dats why you ran to R! occafeller-& I seen on TMZ at the Airport how they socced ya f! ella-tha t's why you live like a large coccafeller-a piece of shit dat no Poopa Scoopa would ever wanna touch-even for all da bones in da doggy dogg world nigga you a smutt-niggaz from Da 20's & Polly Ave to Rose don't like ya chump-you made them throw up-sicc with disgust-SND might not like ya either ya Uncle's on low probably said you's a PUNK-if so then they real like everyone else dats born & raised in DA SLUMZ-was you in the intro on da Realist song “Forgot About Dre”?-to gangsta for da radio yeah fucc da industry all day-I'm killing it up with just my Mixtapes-I brought da Westcoast bacc not you California Girl little Katy Purray-you flopped again ya fans did ya Doggystyle horray horray- you know da info-like you know what I was in fo-you know what to do-dat goes out to you-& any bitch ass nigga down with Snoop-hollah Rudy Poohs-& get da shit beat out of you-

From Pappilon Wingz by Kazeloon