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  • Gs get locked up and die, mostly over beauracray
    And hypocrasy remains unchanged
    Keep yo brains unchained
    Or ain't a thang gon change
    If the pain don't stain
    Then ain't a thang been gained
    And that's just plain insane
    So I refrain from lames
    Ain't never played no games
    And I ain't gon lay no blames
    Cuz I'm black and still trill, too
    Take from me,
    I will kill you
    By whatever means available
    Whatever's viable asyllable
    It's hellable of **** ******
    This ain't no click of just ******
    This is an order of
    Dungeon Family,
    Renegade Crusaders
    And we gone make you believe in this here **** like we made us
    Just like he ain't paid us
    These crack ass ****** must really think though as if we made it
    ****** lift ya shades up
    So I can see the soul of the fakers that
    I'm terriifying
    Out here thundering, still clapping
    And the lightening still blinding
    The truth still hurts
    Comin' real still works
    Kilts and steel skirts
    Though they still twerk
    Emotions still leave ****** to idiotic actions
    And lots of people still caught up in just physical attractions
    The fans, the business, the life so demanding
    But they still ain't did **** cuz out here we still standing...
  • Gs get locked up and die, mostly over beauracray
    And hypocrasy remains unchanged
    Keep yo brains unchained
    Or ain't a thang gon change
    If the pain don't stain
    Then ain't a thang been gained
    And that's just plain insane
    So I refrain from lames
    Ain't never played no games
    And I ain't gon lay no blames
    Cuz I'm black and still trill, too
    Take from me,
    I will kill you
    By whatever means available
    Whatever's viable asyllable
    It's hellable of **** ******
    This ain't no click of just ******
    This is an order of
    Dungeon Family,
    Renegade Crusaders
    And we gone make you believe in this here **** like we made us
    Just like he ain't paid us
    These crack ass ****** must really think though as if we made it
    ****** lift ya shades up
    So I can see the soul of the fakers that
    I'm terriifying
    Out here thundering, still clapping
    And the lightening still blinding
    The truth still hurts
    Comin' real still works
    Kilts and steel skirts
    Though they still twerk
    Emotions still leave ****** to idiotic actions
    And lots of people still caught up in just physical attractions
    The fans, the business, the life so demanding
    But they still ain't did **** cuz out here we still standing...