Originating fathers out of remus.

Insinuate the karma from the north.

In which the overspring keep us.

Yeah, we up here waiting for recognition.

Between five lakes, I'm the potent.

Imperative oceans have you at God's kitchen.

you stroking grand jakes we'll have you open unforeseen situation i got myself

Thinner than a filament rope.

Shit.

I feel like I should be on Franklin.

Slang it.

But fuck.

Nowhere all hot and stankin', know what I'm sayin'?

Represent Michigan slang, sprayin' the underbrush by the lake.

Bops were rapists and victims, mate.

Banks of the Grand River, truly relate.

Indemnity in this society is a fatality.

Division and dignities and casualties.

Whoever stole my stereo out of my Bronco on Prospect, the suspect should have contract for fucking...

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Thoughts and ideas of certain behemoths.

Yet locally in England, don't see none of this.

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unknown triplets.

We ain't dying in this city of antagonistics with these raggedy link

Damn them niggas ripped it from Benjamin Shipped up north to your crib where real hip-hop started

Michigan.

I bet this is hard.

Yo, Michigan nocturnal paternal wormhole in every rotten apple tree.

We'll be right back.

To see the darkness Shedding salt water At browns Embracing the future Fist between pews Drinking 40s About the mystic virtues

Streets can hurt you, that's what had me on the run for myself Dust bags and crack things wilt, land stiff and creeps with plastered blood

in the night to escape mercenaries.

You all can share me.

I was around dope infiltrated houses.

Scary.

Getting raided by word of canary.

Situations get heavy.

Find out the capital, don't stop with your thoughts, it's elementary.

That shit be venting me, definitely superior, eariness.

From the soul of Sotomayor.

Keep rain down in the sunlight.

Before the deluge.

Misery brought bruise.

The paper five-figure plinth.

On the vision, they don't dance.

They throw parties in pants.

Until them shotgun wheelers advance.

The only chance of getting caught with altitude.

It's not hard if you got the hell in your clapperboard.

Stand for your companions.

Arrest me with God's kitchen, wishing you was handing out meals instead of obtaining it.

Anyone can fall victim.

The rappers in my city flow infinite.

You could easily drown in it.

That brown shit.

Raggedy, some props.