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Pharaohs Army · 09-09-2019, 03:18 AM

@Silver
Name one person who isn't insane. You're simply lame. I'm critically acclaimed.
Watch out for the flames. I'm number one. Cremate him when he's done. Too slow to get his gun.
Now we havin' fun. The shit gets heavy. It's the start. of your ending. It's an art. for my venting.
Play a part; now you're empty. In chicago they usin' babies for shields.
Make a deal. Stay for real. Never squeal. Squeeze the steel.
You can't tell me how to feel. When I'm fightin' for my next meal.
Nothin' motivational. Or inspirational. Just operational. Nothin' personal; just a verse for u.
Slow down. And turn like a hearse would do.
I'm at your funeral and nothing's unusual. Baby mom with her tears. All of her worst fears.
Making one thing clear. Staircase with a case of beers. Nas wasted years.
I wasted a decade smokin' weed.
I don't need your feed. I don't need to tell a man how to lead. Our country runs on greed.
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic. Roll Up on your picnic. blast guns. and snap necks.
And I could keep goin'. It's a chore to keep flowin'. Those before me keep knowin'
The street scene's over. Now I pick green clovers.
yeah the street scene's over now i pick green clovers..
before you know it you'll be in a home for old folks.
&back in the day you told jokes.
now everyone's an anarchist. peep the manuscript.
..go tell your mans you did.

09-09-2019, 03:18 AM	#1
Pharaohs Army Banned Join Date: Aug 2014 Posts: 2,962 Battle Record: 6 - 14 Rep Power: 0	q.u. hectic key @Silver Name one person who isn't insane. You're simply lame. I'm critically acclaimed. Watch out for the flames. I'm number one. Cremate him when he's done. Too slow to get his gun. Now we havin' fun. The shit gets heavy. It's the start. of your ending. It's an art. for my venting. Play a part; now you're empty. In chicago they usin' babies for shields. Make a deal. Stay for real. Never squeal. Squeeze the steel. You can't tell me how to feel. When I'm fightin' for my next meal. Nothin' motivational. Or inspirational. Just operational. Nothin' personal; just a verse for u. Slow down. And turn like a hearse would do. I'm at your funeral and nothing's unusual. Baby mom with her tears. All of her worst fears. Making one thing clear. Staircase with a case of beers. Nas wasted years. I wasted a decade smokin' weed. I don't need your feed. I don't need to tell a man how to lead. Our country runs on greed. Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic. Roll Up on your picnic. blast guns. and snap necks. And I could keep goin'. It's a chore to keep flowin'. Those before me keep knowin' The street scene's over. Now I pick green clovers. yeah the street scene's over now i pick green clovers.. before you know it you'll be in a home for old folks. &back in the day you told jokes. now everyone's an anarchist. peep the manuscript. ..go tell your mans you did. Last edited by Pharaohs Army; 09-09-2019 at 03:21 AM.