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Crunk Shit

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Crunk Shit

Postby Rain Matrix » Feb 21st, '09, 05:51

missing my Baby Son this world is Crazy One I Blaze These Blunts wishing I didn't Have Ta
I will get At Ya That Sucks trust me It Does I lace these tracks With Love you get Ripped Up
like Old Carpets my Flow Targets Those Artists who Roll Heartless I Kill Beats label me Guilty
I'll still Hustle out of the Struggle on the Double without Trouble your fake sound is Muffled
so my Knuckles let the Blood Show untill it's all Gone you know the Faults On Rain Matrix you know his Name Say It he's Slain Fakeness go back to the Games Basics spit Real or Kneel to what you Feel when it's Revealed you can't Shield Yourself From Hell with Wealth so after you've Fell you'll Melt in Hot Flames unless your Thoughts Change a Raw Brain
beneath the surface is Dying Within I'm grinding like a car Ridding on Rims
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