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payday monsanto - oh lord (freestyle) lyrics

primo…
(laughs)
bars professor…
pete rock, to the rza…
to prince paul…
so many more…
i owe all you brothers…
for, i have mastered the art…
of the chop…

i’m worldwide, anything else is silly, but don’t get it twisted, i rep the philly. lock any block i stop, now really if i don’t k!ll the cops, the cops’ll k!ll me. ’cause they ain’t never protect & served, they got the nerve, thinkin’ it’s respect they deserve. pay your fare, n+gga or you’re done. don’t you understand? i got a hair trigger on my gun. and, i don’t pull the fifth to flash, this ain’t a robbery, i don’t want none of your cash. you got rare beef? you should save it. don’t make me put your brains on the m+th+f+ckin’ pavement. you better know yourself, my lyrical d+ck is too big, for i could blow myself, and that’s called audio+f+ll+tio, incase you didn’t know…freestyle!
you better wake the f+ck up, soon. m+th+f+ckas don’t? you gonna see my logo on the moon. all i need’s five words, i’m not losin’, you’ve been tricked, m+th+f+cka stop snoozin’. lets be realistic. you got questions? i’m radio+shack, you a f+ck+stick. just in case you missed it, i’m the livest n+gga you heard, don’t get it twisted…
f+ck a new world order, i’ma brag on this mic ’bout some suckas that i left slaughtered. and, that goes way against omerta, i ain’t even mean to strike, or even hurt ‘ya. murder’s not my forte, though i do make it effortless, sorry i left you breath+a+less. pick up the receiver, i’ll make you a believer, old fashioned n+gga, “leave it to beaver.” you know i hate complainin’ to you, “lucy, you gotta lotta explainin’ to do.” b+tch, way back in the days, now you understand why i call myself payze…duez. yes, you know i sing the song, every m+th+f+ckin’ single thing i do is wrong. but, i could clear your throat like halls, you could suck my m+th+f+ckin’ b+lls…

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