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Killa Cali, Money Murderapolis

Dirty down south be the reason why I mastered this

I Self Devine:

I'll blow a Kurt Cobain hole in your back like... Courtney

Love distorted to lust, endorphins endorsing morphine

Murder religion inside smokescreen, violent offspring

Forcefully choke fiends

I Ching over crucified offerings

Galaxies full of hybrid fortunes like being alive

Comatose, paralyzed, often I analyze my origin

I'm scorching, arrest, juvenile home controlled parole

Psychic adjustments heavy on the soul

My mother spit the jewels, hot emeralds

Love minerals, culture flows on through the ventricles

First rebellion, crown for the ex-felon

Severe hip-hop melodies dwelling in the belly of the beast

Sound vibrate, activate thoughts in a wild primate divine mind state

I'm in a riot stage, revolutionary black

No strategy or tactics of [?]warriors not enough in this[?]

Discipline, rushing cause unclaimed body in the Michigan lake

High stakes

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I balance on black power and mental programming

Assassinate self murder my wealth for enhancement perms

Under head wraps, stressed to the maximum

Repetitive command spill make you double think

Questioning evidence all from the eyes and ears at eighteen

Fucking with white fiends that got killed

Straddle the fence, volatile mix, criminalist

Be Christ, bear the sin of man denying the Karma

Resurrected without sin, preaching the salvation

Shoved in the grill testament, broke regimen

Control, liberation, Christ and anti-Christ

All and together what's the angle that you facing?

My mind twisted, demented off the sickness

Half mystic, with skeletons in every district

Emancipate all the hatred that I've witnessed

I'm on a mission like strapped with a vengeance

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Buddah Tye:

I had to dip from the crib, nearly escaping a bid

Came to the city where they flip money like they flip lids

On the soda cans, with them boulders, man

Not on the coast, I'm talking 'bout Minnesota, man

Murder Moneyapolis, where shit be getting scandalous

Mad refugees from New York to Los Angeles

It's a rat race, everybody wants the cheese

But it's mad mouse traps, what you call felonies

Can't get up, left with notice less than a week

To the land of the Brave, nigga, home of the Freaknik

Had the rearrange the hustle, cuz shit got hard

Dope sales, red dogs posted on the boulevard

Shit's faulty, temporary jobs with no spouse

Waking up with plans to rob the whole house

Life's a scramble, you gotta move your feet

You needed meat, nigga, you don't work you don't eat

Living with no heat, shit's real up in the street

Bubbling pots of water just to wash your feet

Shit, life's a ill test and a lot don't pass it

See them roadblocks? Got heat?

You better stash it

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