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I tossed I turn, cant sleep at night

I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite

It seems that I can't win this fight

Hands together if you there tell 'em leave me alone

Devils got a hold of me

Devils got a hold of me

Devils got a hold of me

(Devils got a hold of me)

[Joell Ortiz]

Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat

He hates when I'm writing so the thing on my nightstand starts ringing, lighting up,

vibrating and all that

I don't wanna see no wall crack

I just wanna perform at the biggest place in the

World cause I'm dope like them four packs

Sitting in, writes on my window sill

Making sure everything stays on chill

? wearing all white ? Sayin' pay yo bills

So that raw metaphor that I thought of before

I don't remember no more cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store

And I heard ?so you off touring?

I turn and seen his whore that I used to fiend for that ain't never let me score

Looking at me like I'm something she ain't never ever saw

So a one hour run somehow turned into 24

Wifey callin', I hit ignore

My priorities is poor, listen Lord


[Royca Da 5'9']


My life is like a box of chocolates, I work hard for it

Plus I am awkward, uh

I am an addict's son, plus I am an addict son!

I am an 8k addict, uh, Travis drums

I am the lead done factor that's why I got an edge on rappers

I am red rum backwards

I see your crew and get deep so you can respect it, jump me

I signed a deal with my maker, Satan's my record company

I got a k canon, I buy chincillas

My bitches rocking luci-furr after they say Tannon

Now can you say tannon better yet say Dannon

The coupe look just like yoghurt, I fly I ain't landing

I am the bank bandit

I got a buying problem

I goes in and walk out with all the money but I ain't rob 'em


[Joe Budden]

I'm talking, I'm talking,

He talks, I listen

GPS on my position

Just living, just hanging out with the opposition

Can't take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen

Stupid, ya'll, think it was just me

I belong in prison crazy by my own admission

On a mission to grab a podium

Let me tell the public that I'm self-destructive

I ain't looking for no help, fuck it

Look for a way to get high

I'm still alive, 6 million ways to die and still a few more left to try


We just going back and forth feeling like tenants standing underneath rain

What are we sayin', friends and family wanted me to change

But its too late cause my feet is getting comfy on the flames, check it

I don't wanna be another nigga with no gold

No fame, success, nigga, no hope

Sleep in the corner in Soho

My uppers down, its no dough

Fuck it they ain't put me under yet

Think what you wish I ain't got one regret


[Crooked I]

My automobile is not a Bentley

He knows that my pockets empty

The devil, so consequently he gotta tempt me

Standing on the block, you should not offend me

I rock a semi, like Prada Fendi, I don't think the spirit of God is in me

Just wicked wispers of scriptures, satan is narrating

I heard you got a safe in your crib so I'm there waiting

Nobody safe in your crib, when I'm in that staircase I'm bare-faced

Possessed by what you possess, I'm hell raising

And I just left somebody's father a quadriplegic

Told em not to move or get shot to Egypt

He did not believe it

He's losing blood and I'm cold blooded like I'm anemic

I need a doctor I'm psychotic maybe I should watch The Secret

Or see a Priest and I might just chill

Or will I blow 'em outta the confession booth like on Righteous Kill

Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will

I hope I seek some forgiveness cause my life was real

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