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gladiator

one of the coldest mcs ever rocked the mic cause i get on any stage and i spit what ya like

cali gladiator, traveled four corners abroad, & i’ll shall never be faded long as my faith in god
poet like kalil gabran
had a dream i was a caged bird, then i broke free, the frequency, you ain’t heard, power, of spoken word in motion.holy gohst is my only source my only potion

sometimes i get the notion

some people only here for their portion, married one year, next year you divorcing

they want the horse and carriage but the carrets is the most important, gave you 24, got yo hand out like you want some more sh-t

trip, the world is amazing, one second you a cherub, the next you turned into satan

you can never speak the truth to the congestion, said the wolf in sheeps clothing to the snakes chasing the lost nation

they give a standing ovation to a pedafile, 1000 yrs of incarceration if you chant em down, now pledge alliance to the red white and blue but if you brown or black they dont give a d-mn about you

ahy, but whats this ear plane without you, we running round in a circle just like we wild goosr
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, got you chasing red herrings, you say i ain’t sh-tt then why she’s staring at the, man in the man in the mirror the legend the myth, p i used to be called the k!ller. the the. gangster pimp

they ain’t knowing, p guns blowing bodies. die slow, a body for a stripe yeah that’s what we ride 4
i slide for the homies, p one night, p caught him by his lonely, p on christ, p but that was bl–dy murder not a sacrifice, shattered his face cracked his chest with the pipe

why should i not speak on the blood on my hands, he wasn’t innocent, he shot a baby and, what is saying, why is you playing with me,, threatened my life and turn ya back im shooting out yo kidney

so i belonged to the code of the streets, this is what happens when you grow up in tge ghetto a latchkey, mommy a queen pen, dadfy in calapatrie, reli told me keep a gun, dont let no body klack me

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, or get to close, the ones that hate the most, same ones you ate eggs and toast, yea

listen folks, its just different here, you ain’t got a toaster dont relax, you shouldn’t kick here

dont make that main play magician, make you disappear, the worlds deadliest musicians in ya ear

i let the angels hold me up, tread over serpents over stone
with a flame double edge sword, that cuts asundet any foe

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one of the coldest mcs ever rocked the mic cause i get on any stage and i spit what ya like

cali gladiator, traveled four corners abroad, & i’ll shall never be faded long as my faith in god
poet like kalil gabran

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