and thats keepin it hood/ the girls who flow/ who hustle for dough/ enough to swallow some throat/ is keepin it hood/ (Tity Boi Verse 2) I'm hood by
back a nub All them temporary spots will be filled time again You can hate me now but I will rhyme again Fall down climb again, more wild, more corrupt
-Face Al over some gal Found the body dead in the isles Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty broad Guess they'll never play it again Sam
entered this world of blood and belief And coupled under the Tropical Sun And gave birth to children in your cries I am born to die. I am born to die. I am born
on the sides thugs took no excuses Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats Against
nub All them temporary spots will be filled time again You can hate me now but I will rhyme again Fall down climb again, more wild, more corrupt Still
born My words to my first born, feel me .. My words to my first born .. Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born .. Hey nigga talk to your born
can give There are times my heart hangs low Born to walk against the wind Born to hear my name No matter where I stand I'm alone Stand and fight Live by
into sight The days gonna die, and will never be born again! Shapeless fleshes in silvery glow Smell the breath From the open throats of graves Darkness
sea Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by
This is all because you didn't like my mum Well I'm afraid I can't get born again Oh it's not just me who's changed And can you tell me what it is
be catching gangrene The water be brown in the morning in my sink Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against
rather colliseum There's people gatherin by multitudes to see one Perpretrator fall to the dust after the other Quickly disposed of at the hand of a known brother Born
, me Born again, I'm repositioning Self inside to self non-dimensional Lost to being, I've recognized the cause Existence to come, alive now forever Born again
Care for a little necrophilia I was born with a birthmark of cinders Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the
drawn Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm (Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new born On
was born in a monastery bed The miracle happening here on this Earth Was perceived as a glorious new Virgin Birth From the moment in time that baby was born