1st post on RB
 

Ey yo, this is the collection/investin/ usin resurrection and blessin/
And there’s no contestin/ you messin/ and the cops be arrestin/
No protection/ messin with me and its your ass you better be checkin/
And im testing/ and in your brain is the question/
How do I get rid of this infection/ adults be molestin/
While kids be feelin rejection/ Neglection/ looking for perfection/
Fuck affection/ That’s my lesson/ no half-steppin/
And we be the best in the whole god damn world/
And we say fuck the rest damn I need a gurl/
I need one with some big ass tits/
I need one with some soft ass lips/ nice curvy hips/
And wont get mad when I call her a trick/
Cuz its just for kicks/ hell ya, you feelin this hit?/


Chours: Welcome to the collection/ This album is perfection/
And this time there’s no messin/ And this time theres no contestin/

In our nation/ The bullets be penetration/ Bombs be in detination/
With assassins hatin/ With no allegation/ just temptation/
Waitin for segregation/ instead we be takin regulation/
With tension instigation/ Undertakin secret assassins facing contemplation/
With terroration/ Forsakin our congregation/ And taking frustration/
Tribulation fuckin terrorist thinking it’s a vacation/
And makin hatin their motivation/ But ill fuck em UP like elevation/
Theres no relation/just patience/ and facin our nation with prayin/
And hoping their minds would just open/ coping/ with the death and the pain/
Seein people bein slained/ with bad aim/ and you cant handle the strain/
Cuz its too fat outta range/ Noname/ for the man with a bullet in his brain/
Then you relize its not a game/


Chours: Welcome to the collection/ This album is perfection/
And this time there’s no messin/ And this time theres no contestin/


Its not a game it war/its like your trapped behind closed doors/
And your sore/ and you don’t wanna see anymore/
But the pain is commin from the core/ the vision of the corpse/
Feelin sorry for the poor/ and there’s no remorse/
And there is no rehearse/ and you feel kinda course/
Well your not the first/ and your not the worst/ but your dyin of thirst/
And it hits you like a curse/ leavin here in a herse/ a casket/
We have this/ we hate this/ we cant face it/we turn away from it/
Run away from it/ from the war/ from the thugs and the drugs/
But most of all we run from the gunz/

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