i can't lose
the best mc in my hood
i can't choose
worst mcs in my town
i can't cruise
never fight dude with white spikes on dance shoes
the lame stuffer
bang
deranged fucker
i walk bys and guys became kane tuckers
make enemies
make friends
i make money
money make moves in the state pen'
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this is my slot
rookie
your snot box get rocked over hydro cookies
slapbox niggas
free can of soda with the snack box
nigga
the rest i can't tell ya
but catalog this shit as the best of mandela
i tear apart gods
separate head from neck and call it apartheid
with the bloodclaat
nigga
fi gunshot
mafi play big shot
shoot up them drug spot
rude boy say fuck cop
sean p and buckshot
buckshot
slugs fly
'nough man a die for them tough talk
tomahawk
these shots walk the walk
llama spark
choppa bark
box him up
cart him off
leave
we are king of kings
some say lord of lords
we spit the hardest bars
mastered the art of war
if ruck don't like you
buck don't like you
ruck down
buck down
what a nigga might do
black moonwalk on 'em
rest in peace to michael
r.i.p. phife from tribe
he in the light too
hip-hop heaven
you see seven
that's the god
all praises due to allah
sun
moon
star
some move bars
my nigga ruck move cages
it's only one buck
but i bust two gauges
yeah
drive your bitch crazy with my stick shift
now she gassed up
wanna ride on my clik dick
groupie with an uzi
nigga
shots after shot
but i'm bulletproof
when i'm in the booth
bombaclaat
listen
if my nigga ruck never said your name
dead your claim
you with the fame
you with the lames
with the bloodclaat
nigga
fi gunshot
mafi play big shot
shoot up them drug spot
rude boy say fuck cop
sean p and buckshot
buckshot
slugs fly
'nough man a die for them tough talk
tomahawk
these shots walk the walk
llama spark
choppa bark
box him up
cart him off
leave
we are king of kings
some say lord of lords
we spit the hardest bars
mastered the art of war
yeah
the most area typical
great ape
say it to your face
no subliminal
straight craze
fuckin' maniac
act cynical
finish you
you's a little nigga
raps minuscule
fuck is wrong with these niggas?
what in your mind would make you think i'd do a song with these niggas?
i know hitters
pimpers and killers
lions
tigers
gorillas
leave you tied up for a skrilla
won't find you 'til next december
salute to the foundin' fathers
that birthed you when you was little
and saved you from all the sorrow
they did it so we wouldn't have to do it
but we all want a taste
take a bite
taste the fluid
drew
knew it
paper
blew through it
whole crew stupid
bar fights
dark nights
but we all got through it
i'm my brother's keeper 'til the day i'm sleepin'
eat thy food
roll a tree and put your feet up
apartheid