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I got the feeling I am about to make a killing Like a hitman when he hears his phone ringing Space rap mother fucking spinning My delivery better than UPS when I write letters I know who I dress .. staying on my toes some of these bitches .. like I am 59 Please don't get .. I will put you on your ass like .. Give it up like .. I kill it like .. tell me who is important Like .. killing them in the night .. I drive slow Never let them .. never .. will last I am thinking about retirement .. so when the music stops Watch the .. watch the house watch the .. from the sky What I write is kind of .. like the ancestry cloud Ask around they say I am hot than cloud No doubt .. I leave a jack ass dead on the side of the road . nut you just lost one black birds I am .. black poetry Save our souls Save our souls |