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RIP RAS G
BLAQ KUSH ON THE M I C

Graphic literature
From the black minster
The raps finisher
Eye
Attack if you act sinister

Hash indica
Politicking like
Henry kissgner
Dogg pound
Is Letting off rounds
Without a Dillinger

The label major
But the caaash
Still miniature

You don't react
Chemical in a glass cylinder
Carrying a briefcase
Architect insignia
Graffiti tag seen as the cat’s last Signiature
Uh
Civilians that feel the shittiest
Insidious
The Homeless man said
Don't pitty this
Relaxing In my sector
At the center of Mecca

Evolution of man
How i adapt to the pressure

You're hiding in the hive
How you attached to the nectar
Take a swim and a dive
Without the tide I am fresher

Bottom of the well was even
Darker then his skin was
Independent shit
Im underground like it's dig dug
On those cold nights
It was hard for me to give love
Been a long fight
Black panther with his fist up
Still got the Vision by your casket
Left a couple bills just to pay for the finances
Living in Atlantis
A city full of cat fish
For the Parmasen
Follow trails of the rat piss
Stay low key
Off the web like arachnids
Pelle pelle jacket got me like
A Wolly mammoth
Look
I knew better
So I do better
Put my name in all caps
Like its new era
Too clever
Heated seat
With the smooth leather
Uh
Global warming
Got the kid seeing new weather

Two stepper

Made contact
That’s beyond rap
Things get hard
The devil Handing you a contract
You had to see with
My Psychedelic clarity
Cash on the table
Started whispering like marry me (I can’t)
Watch the city burn
Like it's calories
Try to Separate
The rotten apple
From the Apple seed
Life in actuality
Dismantle
All ur synergy
Literally
It's giving out injuries
To the industry
Static shock
With kilowatt

The key to the game
Is to pick the lock

From three point
But you miss the shot
I'm just a rebel
Reporting live
From Plymouth Rock

I came up
Danny brown with the fake teeth
Kid rap with style
Like His name was Dave east

Spray beats

In the middle of the cradle
This villain is fatal

Syanide Cinnamon bagel uh

Television cable
Where I listen to my fables
Even though You got a gun
I know the clip full of staples

Sniffing on that Rachel
Thinking that you're interracial
Everyday I gotta pray
So my mental stay stable

Uh

Trying to get the outtie
Like a navel
Out in Naples
The sun rotates
On turn tables
Yo
With cologne
Have them smelling good
They gentrify the block
Try to sell the hood