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Hope.

K.G.INITIALS

Hope.

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Yoh initials why don't you switch up to this new school hip hop typa thing, you will make a lot of money, nah my music is all about sending a message,you know like christians who sold their soul to the devil in a sense of believing in church... Yoh initials It is what it is when I step on the mic 100% is what i give (it's a total nigga) you get what you give so you better sit down listen to what I m bout to spit, that's why it's never hard for me to compile a hit, to be able to do that you have to be spiral fit, I think before talking just to go with the viral spit, good hopes of winning like disconnecting the mind from the cord that's a spinal split, fire too low I m adding hydrogen, Too hot to handle I m a heater in winter, leaving you stressed and exhausted like a baby sitter, who had to deal with all the shit like a toilet sitter, listen attentively I m not a fucken preacher nor a singer still following the algorithm of a real ripper Yoh, Yoh, Yoh, Yoh, who this, who this, is he from planet earth? Nah I m from planet Pluto basically... we back promptly meeting will be back shortly, it goes without saying you should start paying attention to this lyrics coz they are dope you will need a microscope in your mind to understand how I cope ( it's no joke) no money but we still believe in hope , we broke, niggaz choke, fuck the pope, this verse needs an extension to implement the penetration, of an injection into a broken situation, which was caused by a natural disaster, using what I call electro-magnetic pulsation, you can all go to Google for confirmation, I doubt you will discover such information, The inadequate music some would say still hits hard on your heart, body and soul, you can never get a girl if you don't take her soul, still a joke to all niggaz who sold their soul, then find out later that money is nothing compared to your soul, rather smoke coke and hang yourself to the pole, coz this is going to be a great classic I know, Let's now complete the last line, with crazy music to come I m building thee limelight to shine bright like a double green bar sunlight, stop talking too much let's get in a ring and fight (I've been drinking) alcohol leaves me intoxicated, I do shit my niggaz refer as complicated, to hard to swallow my pride can't stand to be constipated, rap full of cockroaches it's time I fumigated, you wanna stand in my way tough guy, with my gun I leave your body in holes that's what I call perforated, others say it's hatred it's above your powers this needs to be fully investigated, I have so much power in my cerebellum more than a Rasta burning ganja, back in the old days niggaz called themselves kings, a street warder, in my new age rap I m summoned as the new chapter... Haha a big shout out to all my niggaz, Yung t and el-gueta on the beat bless up broskie, we taking over slowly but surely we getting there and once we get there we're unstoppable I m out...

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