One two, one two!
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Turn me all the way to fuck-up!
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Lets go!
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Killer scent just came home!
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Shout out to the risen!
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My physical power's safer!
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Love boy! Ya!
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Yo, they call me the drama starter, heart stopper,
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Lama popper, I got you!
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Gangster impostors, calling the coppers, and ducking the rockets.
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Optic, digging my pocket, cock it, empty your block, Bitch, you hear me?
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The semi toxic, like, Remy that's rockless
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Have you swiveled up and shot, said, no screaming, I'm shot, shit
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Like Pusha-T and Mallice, motherfucker, I got clips!
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And shells that'll lock lips for kicking that Pac shit
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Then slam through your body like they stuck in the mosh pit
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I'm born again, rebel in the flesh, do it to the death
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Bleed heat, meaning I won't rest, til I'm fluid less
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Niggers be like 'yo, you the best', nah, I'm just one of them!
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These faggot ass rappers be running, like I pulled the gun at them
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Call me daddy, I'm sunning them, bad, burnt badly
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Sign suckers up for Gangsta Academy, so they mad at me
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A g check, reject quick, demand my respect.
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Like D-Set, made bird nigger's dip, I clear your p-jets
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Yeah, your boy sweet techs, not steps, head shot
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See neck, knees, chest, long as them bullets meet flesh
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You subpoena to meet death, Killer did it and beat death
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I dance with the devil, right now I'm letting my feet rest.
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Talk a tough, go bonkers or bust in a monstrous conquerors crush.
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Comp to dust, fuck a niggers sponsors up
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Diamond cut rhyming in my prime, blind a miner
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Steady digging in my styles for one liners, none finer
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Ensign a compromise, word bond and brothers honor mine
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Sorta like spans, like Father Time, hard to find
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Another artist that go hard as I, and I got a heart divine.
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Read niggers like march of dime rappers, don't get shot for trying!
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Everybody wanna shine, my fire one of a kind
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Inspire brothers to rhyme, soon as I utter a line
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Gun ho, Mighty Joe Young blow, gorilla bars
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Killer far from a corner, dying amongst the realest stars
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Known for giving niggers scars, goon work, my wombs search in twos.
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Inserted in your private parts, you can die tomorrow,
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Better yet today, you better pray for better ways to get away,
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When my Beretta spray, I'm known for giving lead away
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Young fuckers the head of gray, here's man, I swear
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I can send you to a better place, where nobody can set a trace,
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And tears for you cheers, throw your hands til your shots fired,
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And rot in peace 'till y'all police lovers rocking wires.
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The Archer
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Andrew Kelley |