[Main Flow] 

What I unleash though, iller than San Luis Obispo 

Span-ish flow, roll up some leaf by the bistro 

Honest at, on my way black 

Moves for the monterey jack, no time to lay back, to sway that 

You know the clips blow, while you tiptoe, eclipse flow 

Ranked diplo, words to rip show, I hit yo 

for cash crop, we gettin off at the last stop 

Put on some Dead Prez shit, ready to blast cops 

Spread sauce, {?} war like Red Cross 

You're dead boss, go 'head floss suffer a fair loss 

Prop pins, punchin your chin, Bernard Hopkins 

Top tens, daily drop ins, liable to cop spins 

Voice'll leave your ears with a heat rash 

To reach past, each task, rhyme for the E class 

And skate alleys, waist like Bally's, break to Cali 

Locate the valleys, for one who battle state rallys 



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"My proof is growin like pot seeds" 

"We hate snakes" "perform around states" 

"We collect marks" "we face crime" 

"We protect hearts" 



[Main Flow] 

We travel shoulder ours, over styles, the rap nova child 

Perhaps the older wild soldier that'll go the miles 

Direct feeds connect cheese with neck speeds 

Respect needs, so occasionally the tec bleeds 

Tall witty crews, choose a far prettier noose 

Car committee tools, small city blues 

Sample kings trample bings, handful of Phillipines 

Lampin with greens turn examples to fiends 

With new line my crew dine in due time 

A true climb, a few rhymes, a shoeshine 

Girbaud slack, cover trends watch 'em grow back 

Fans should know that, they hit the sand for the pro pack 

Amigos that waste cops 

Face ops, bank stops, replace flops 

Waste block, where normally the gaze lock 

Always cocked with the grace keeps the crates stocked 



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[Main Flow] 

I got the brain for poker, puff L's like a chain smoker 

Not your mayn broker, get up out my lane joker 

Crook stacks, it's hard for me to look back 

Continue foottracks to book fast the hook packed 

Scarier mode, 5-0-3 area code 

Bury your robe, flow down to carry a load 

It's banned reaches, respects what my fam teaches 

My man preaches so we all relax on sand beaches 

Calm wind, plenty of sun, packs got plenty to run 

Send me with some, crumbs for 21 

For the ones who take chances, money in advances 

Spill blood in ambulances 

The live diss, for all of you sirens 

Jump in your ride to this, hydro die bliss 

High on your vibe sis, survival was missed 

Survive on the twist, we're headed to a hop on the list 



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