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ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
such a beautiful soul, such an ugly soil
stuck in a black hole, only because I'm so loyal
It's so stressful trying to be successful, I wanna be royal
king of all kings, why can't I ever be spoiled?
drugs got sold and abused, made my blood boil
at church they was like you'll change with this blessing oil
they so empty though, how can I not love it?
I laugh at it while this ol' english washes down my stomach
It's like this, what we fight for is righteous
but some of us don't even know what life is
so what's right to me could be the opposite to you
but don't get over yourself, it's all so hard to construe
that's why I don't care, shake it off like it's nada
sippin henny, thizzin, fuckin hoes at the ramada
the other day though, I was thinking..
what if I turned into a snake and stopped blinking?
then I'd be just like a bitch who'd do anything to get ahead
or like the gangsters in the mafia who'd do anything for bread
but I'm just a corner store purple smokin loc
the black rag round my neck means I ain't no joke
my mother put her whole life in a house last year
14th move in my life, how is that fair?
never really had a home, I had to fight for one
but now I'm respected on the turf, and it's just begun


KEEP IT GOIN..............

TraceOneInfinite:
^^That was dope Rod.. I'm going to try to keep it goin...

I ain't representin turf, cause everywhere is Allah's earth
So that's why whatever I do, I'm calling towards what is true
For me, this life isn't about carrying a cold heart and turnin hard
I got courage on the outside but inside my heart is soft
Because the water penetrates the soil not the hard rocks
Some can't even stand to have to listen when I talk
Sometimes I come off like that "Dear Mama" version of Pac
In fact Pac's true vision was about uplifting his people
Racist whites thought it was all about guns, drugs and sex appeal
But to me, growing up this hip-hop was something real
It was like the only outlet to truly express how you feel
So now this whole earth becomes my personal playing field
I play for Allah's team, call to his deen (religion)- the devils a dirty deal
Take recent history is best qualified to teach one, look at whites keep winnin
Ever wonder why? It's cause they stacked the deck at the beggining
I come as truthfully gauranteed, like knowin one day our life is ending.

Dynamic:
I believe in unbelievable speeds to decieve my enemies
Defend your G's, but i got evil tendencies, flows so sick i bleed disease
I'll inject bets with a hex to their neck as they gasp their last breath
I laugh as they pass to death and ask "who's next?"
you need to learn your lesson, I could spit 100 words per second
bet you would have never guessed it that such words seem blessed
came from demon semen, i'm out of this world and i mean it
I'm leavin too fiendish, if you've heard it i've seen it
If you've seen it i've done it, i hit these tracks runnin
And i'll give it to any nigga that want it wether it be brother cousin or husband


DYNAMIC

QuietTruth:
From being around people wit so much negativity
Tryin' to make light of situations they givin' me
Never ever do I get that shine that I'm tryin' to see
Its like paper: to glue negativeness: to me
Emotionless face gotta always stay thuggin' it
Im my life opportunities come in and out like I was fuckin' it
People callin' me a jackass, see, nigga I ain't a republican
Sometimes the respectful nigga ain't the one you should be fuckin' witt
but fuck it, if actin' hard was a class a lotta people would be flunkin it
becuz half these niggas brag about it so much nigga u ain't hard u jus in love wit it
Wanna know what comes wit it? Fear and thats what ya'll are commin wit
I may look as mean as u can but I don't try to be tuffin it
Like my granmother says I aint afraid to smile u never know whos lovin it

ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
the joogs is all day, stay reggie yee! 2 for 15
this ain't the south, but we steady sip lean
but only on weekdays, ain't no weekend downers
that's upper season, no time to fuck wit drowsers
designer drugs, sober cats be like that person bugs!
he a trip like some muthafuckin persian rugs
I tell them ho'z like look.. y'all need some hugs
we fly out here, nOrthern scrilla-fornia ryda thugs
I'm never commited to 1 bitch, why? cuzz most lied
so I'm in the lot wit 2 ho'z in the whip as I ghost-ride
It's the mack in progress, bricks turn into jacksons
cuzz ain't no 100s in the hood, we ain't into fashion
stunnin gets ya brain layin on ya shoulder folks
cats really do kill, that shit ain't no hoax
I run up with locs, chins up, pride raised to most
welcome to the backstreets, hello, I'm your host
here's the train tracks, avenues and ol' school cadillacs
black tops, crack rock and a whole bunch of macks
gangstaz and cracker jacks, fiends and street acrobats
ap-9s, 40 cals, brass knuckles and even bats
awake like an owl, corner posted, 4:45
'round the corner shots ringin off with 4 45s
sirens, blue and red, another dead
mama's crying, sides are fighting, just for bread

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