Str8 From CopKilla Queens
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2 Nicci #1
IP:
piece of peace absent abstract mackin relaxin packin the plastic gun
state of gangstasism i rank this schizm up wit part of the catholic one
drastic my approach the opposite of lavish savagery mind in text
remindin time rewindin time my rhymes complex
just, um, take from my words what they appear to be
messages let em lie dormant thats why whites fear a g
its no reasoning with the ignorant the kid is careening
off course but of course theirs no hidden meaning
rummage like an old women in an attic in search of her youth
bring you to the start wut i sed so far is turned loose
as i burn a blunt i learn from a noose its busted shit
rusted clips leave our lives blueprinted by injustices
my best friend shot givin me a handshake, last breath in my arms~
now i carry his heart mentally and his mind spiritually in my palms~
scratching the surface he was robbed when red~
tip my hat to nicci my nigga cause God is dead~
bleh, 1luv.
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