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Grim - My Last Request
(yo yo)When it comes to statik, Im givin motherfuckers as-kicks - tragicScience - A magnet the habit - the streets timingBring pain and panic - comin with it - Im with itYour life to me - it dont matter - gun clapper - niggaz dont mean shitI rep raw, rip more, underlord, Up North, resort to bloodsportsSqueeze your head through the cell doorLocked in the ring dark, theres no use to swing hawksWho goes there? Buck-fifty from ear to ear - I dont careFuckin ruckus in titanium cages, and um -Succes with falling in New York is amazingNine Glock cocked - cops? Fuck cops, my blockExecute, rip n tear, prepare electric chairFor the villainous, halfway crooked crimes are sillinesThe barrenous with the venomous, tantrums so scandalousMotherfuckers cant handle - knock them like ramboStill caged - with strength to go head-up for days nigga(Yeeeaaah)In despair as Im sittin in this chair bout to dieIn jail a long time - no lie - cant cryA lot of things are runnin through my mind - mostly crimeMy last request be one more chance to say my rhyme(repeat x1)I be the militant mic-master makin moves to menaceThe type of nigga lockin down buildings to sling to tenantsWho wunt it? Ill buck you from my rooftop - bluntedSimple-minded niggaz is carbon-copies they frontedYou look at me Ill still throw ya - killer illerWet ya like youre manta - da blood-spiller distilled chillerCold sound cast a spell - livin wellI gues the fate - carried this weight - for cash n cakesIllegal criminal, imbeciles vindicated, apprehend -Illustrated my situation on paperAnd let off flexes and letters - it wont get betterWhen I die Imhasle em - strapped into money-getterThey spastic, give em as-kicks an cultural conflictsConquer, stomp ya, your crews a so corn-cobberAnticipate my revenge, and avengeAnd when the power surges my life comes to an end nigga

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