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KXNG Crooked
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Cowboy Bebop
(Its been a hundred years since man has discovered intergalactic travel Perfecting methods of propulsion far beyond what his ancestors imagined)
COB we from a different reality Real niggas figured out how to travel the galaxy Soul aliens we encountered a pound of Cali weed
Now we push weight light years beyond humanity
Even though they banned it Even though they don't understand it We still make gangster music We still make gangster shit You bitch you Even though they banned it Even though they don't understand it We still make gangster music
We still make gangster shit You bitch you
I'm still intergalactic hustling Still packing space guns with interactive functions Voice command pistols like Shoot this nigga Before we ended the act of tussling a bullet Entered his back and crushed him And it happened quick as a snap Did it in a minute in fact One minute your shit is attacked then its a wrap I get drunk catch cases 'Til I had to get the breathalyzer interlock device Just to activate my spaceship These days I lay back get head in the Uber Different meaning from facelift Stay swift Walk with my chest out like an essay on May 5th But that's my old shit This that wormhole shit Cowboy Bebop Gum bottom Reeboks
Hollerin' at some ewoks They call me robocops put a bounty on me And put me in the super predator category like Hillary
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Even though they don't understand it We still make gangster music We still make gangster shit
You bitch you
(According to the anti-radicalization protocol Gangster rap music has been banned Anyone caught listen to it will be punished by law)
They tell me planet X is flat with no curvature But I was flat broke with no furniture So even if its not circular the system's still jerkin' ya My city full of murderers Stolen legacy educated by burglars On rainy days I get Grayskull like Eternia She suck my dick 'til my body cramp like a hernia When this male fed with your ex I'm returning her That's letter talk She mad just let her talk Shit like Cleo and set it off I'm better off ignoring the tetherball Back and forth I'm cut from a better cloth Leather soft never soft forever boss Different dimensions I weave in and out of My haters on coke they sneeze I see powder Life's a bitch I'll ask can I live When she judge the evils Imma reasonable doubt her With a feasible amount of good deeds the hood needs Retired crook just trying to plant me some good seeds Yeah I'm just trying to feel me a good breeze While my chick is smoking some wish a nigga would trees Is that too much to ask for I went crazy psycho loco on my last war Riza sent a message I assembled a task force Fast forward to now
There's more conflict at the back door I need to relax more Come go with me So I can recite you some of this thug poetry Hold up Let me see which one I wrote for you
Nigga you ain't wrote me shit
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