And now, a reading of zero the Crookids, most city-dawnt freestyle off his 2005 album, let the truth be told.

Slow loud and banging all in my trunk, trunk full of funk I never been a punk, I blow on skunk, I blow on doja, military minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier, out the street to the ridge my foe, not no bitchin said I still ain't a hoe, letting brothers know every day of the year, I pimp my pain and I get my point clear,

why brothers wanna talk down, I don't know, gotta take a trip to Hockapoco from the foe with my foe foe on my side, when I ride ready to do another humm of side and a pine box and I'm gone, brother old glory, I'm a each town of Cali just like Robert Ory, and if I do a murder, I flee the murder scene, well there's a shortage on the drink, I can't find no lean, from south west to southeast bitch, it's about war not about peace, brother like me, I'm about knocking out teeth, now I'm sayin' I'll lose your grill, a brother comin' down in the coop deville, lookin' gravy, lookin' real throat, I'ma be that brother pullin' over at the fuck

I can crossroad with my K on my side, I'm ready to ride, and if I gotta go, it'll be a humm of side, me and another brother on the way to the Golden Gate, a brother like me can't wait, just to make it to another day, gotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way when I come around your corner so slow, it'll be that brother in the damn polo, that's the Ralph Lauren, Jack is ain't boring, why skip the slab when I win straight to foreign, said it like I said it in the old school, so in brothers they be red, but he rolled blue, I come around your corner but I ain't set trippin', but I will,

where brothers and where women, with the Calico, I had to let a motherfucker know that I come around your corner in a Lincoln fold, though, a fox fold toe, cause I do it in a flash, brother watch out, cause that could be a ass, I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong, I flex my bicep, then I swole long, get on the motherfuckin' bench, and win the laws, hit the corner, I hit the fence, they wonder where I win, they keep lookin', I don't give a fuck like Tyson, I keep hookin', or might be like Linux, I'm strong to the finish, I'm like the ghetto pop-up, but I don't need spinach, I'ma keep goin', I keep on flowing, just like the old school, I'm a little bit more, I'm a little bit more, I'm a little bit more, I'm a little bit more, I'm a little bit more, I'm a little bit more, I'm a little bit more, I'm

like the ghetto pop-up, but I don't need spinach,我知道 my sous- 78, bye bye to a Pourette, I need a smoothie, with the vuelta, my

sub-very overload with zero days, Imagic, every night and night, I'm singin' blood for my people, I go overthrow our

citizens, I'm in charge of the

femininity of the jungle, that's enough for its

men, hope you understand, there's nothing but the work in the

calico in my hand, on a corner on the ridge van, and I'm serving the

theme, the real-life de-boy, and you know what I mean, I'll be stacking up chips

like Lego, dunk on a punk just like Calvin Cato, used into the rocket, a four-peat

like comments, I don't give a fuck gut punch a bitch brother making vomit on the

grind, I'ma take a trip on Greyhine, I'll be flying on the plane, but the dope is on the grind,

head to the lake Charles, a head to the life of yet, might be up in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet,

I gotta make a whole I-te-in, I seen, then I do it again, I get my ends, I'm in my mother

fucking bin Z, got these holes running round in a frenzy, I be bustin' full clips till

they empty, a piece of potent pussy might tempt me, Rainy's trying to send me to the

pinnacle, the main reason why I ain't friendly, I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn

slaughter, De-jean in the back and he got the camcorder, recordin' everything, the

foes gon' swang, still pulling up on fondering, and the main lookin' lovely, got to look good,

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