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fundamentals - no one's stoppin lyrics

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i’ll admit it
i be gettin angry inside
when n-body stops
to give you a ride

karmachi
remember my moms hooptie honda
brake drums warped
from when crew torched and swerved
mashin, no cash in
the change bucket
f-ck it, we’ll ride
slide with no agenda in mind
but freezing at the stop
is depressing-
and testin my patience
marooned as a haitian
how many times
has fools gotten home keyed from karma chi
but n-body can stop for me
bitterness
inhibits rhyme topics
when i’m perbin
might not get home and that’s whats really hurtin
my values and morality
reality is n-body’s trippin
when ya skiddin
to leave the riden with who?
the b-m next to you
wit a handshake and magnum
tall can and a squeegie
this mcs
hungry with no money

king koncepts
as my mind lays back in the exhaustive
forces of thc
my thoughts grow toxic
walk with me, on a fly by night type of operation
get it right
kon’s on the mic
i’m a controller but a king with no reality
leads to fatality
i’m going insane
pulling all nighters just for the f-ck of it
evil forces in my cipher trying to be running sh-t
but i’m god
i worked way too hard
trying to keep from stressin with lessons from fard
i helped so many
and as they rise to the top, i’m stuck to the f-cking bottom
i get to watch
and playing off the first of the month
ain’t gonna do for me ya see
i gotta be all that i can be
this world ain’t demanding enough, as it is
the governor wants to never see me outta where i live
in the concrete jungle
filled with stone cold k!llers
in the home of the golden fate, i rock silver
and i’m so high

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karmachi

in the city buses sh-tty
as h-ll, unclean
appointment unkempt
cuz i strike with a mic and a cd10
but then-
is that the client
in the blue subaru
the notch you can’t stand
but fool
you headed home not roamin
ronin with a dull sword
climbin out the car without a f-cking word
its ironic
karma, konapoic
utopia, is a from a dependent
the kind of female
you can’t help offendin

king koncepts
nothing else for me to rely on
a touch of krylon
where’s my f-cking shoulder to cry on
cuz life is hard like rocks that post on the corner
scouer my pocket for a roach
empty sundays lead to dreaded mondays
learning life to dumb way-
cuz if i was really a h-llafied gangster
it’d be stick up stick up
see my gats got the hiccups
teachers, waiting on me to fail graduating
ya betta k!ll that playa hating
red tapin’ another radio station
who only play favorites
all i got is my tribe

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