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Soul Brother number 3

Psiris

Soul Brother number 3

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Grew up reading verses now I'm breeding em Ferocious, so approach us but be cautious cause we lethal And quick to throw you out the fucking coaches Quick to blow your brains with fiery torches, smoking OGs on them porches, picking Orchids and it's gorgeous how living Nauseous how we reaching for the heights they don't believe in, but we reaching still You'd be itching to achieve it if you had the skill This the life that drive you crazy or to popping pills Cockatiel rappers try to cop a deal Stop it chill, out of tears got some Hector Peterson's and Emmitt Tills Meaning we might die for this shit, go on a rout, stand in the line of fire for this shit I'm the one to put the art in martyr, hardwired fire starter, nile parter Wild card, they told me I was trying hard I tried harder Writer of the highest order, I admire my supporters, fore I seen it they done called it Droppin bars, droppin knowledge Paid the price, dropped the college Circumstances had me cornered Exactly what the doctor ordered Challenges and struggle formed him Cracked just to become an omelette Knew I had it in me back in class when I was reciting sonnets Needed solace, took the pen, picked a chorus, pick me ten of people's daughters Picture perfect like auroras Back to cause my haters torment Raise the hood like open bonnets Capricorn, cut the Taurus Tour us into foreign borders Pour ice in a gramophone plus journos out here to record us I'm the type to push the money, that's the pull the women type Turn her hetero from a dyke I'm a hero on the mic More deniro then we iight Crush some leaves to set alight like every night Soul Brother number Tres with the thrashing, rappers getting ashed then get passed in the trash bin Soul Brother number Tres if you asking, rappers getting bashed then amassed in the casket

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