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Neo-blaxploitation film that is the launch platform for "Heaven and Hell." See below.

Back on that OB4CL thing.

Just thinking again. We'll have something up over @ the Blue Light soon.

Key Phrases: Knowledge God 3 -- Politickin'

Fake nigg*z throw shit in they drinks.

Club nights we snatch linx, politic, Africans and chinks,

While wide world of sports nigg*z injectin'

Morphine. The God seen more CREAM, and upstate

Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen.

Chill, Pa, the God'll be a star when you come home

Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone.

Key Phrases: Knowledge God 2

I miss all my n*ggaz, though, believe me,

And I'll never forget none of them.

Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin.'

I had these motherf*ckin,' all these wild-*ss nigg*az, man.

Key Phrases: Knowledge God 1

You know, you know, we had the baddest motherf*ckin'

unit back in the days, kid.

No doubt. no doubt. I know that, son. I know that

you know that, you know what I'm sayin'?

What We're Hearing

The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile
Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your assets
Cause I came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!
So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man
Cause I grab the clip and
Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got
Goin to war with the meltin pot hot

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What We're Hearing

Yo crushed grills, dollar bills, swiss suit on
Screw on drysell nigga with his loot on
Watch this, gun glock less, fiends scopin out my rock shit
Diamond on some H&R Block shit
Hear me, gets Larry and his sneakers are shot
Word to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot
I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of fact get up
What fuss on the bottom face slit up
Yeah where you from I'm from here
You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life doin thirty years
Analyzin this wise guy a look alike first prize guy
Lit up the thai said riiiight!
Emotionally playin him close like I'm suppossed to be
Somethin spoke to me, it was this little nigga pokin me
I heard sirens now turn around about to hit em
Son was pro nine with the emblem
Grabbed my goose down the walkie-talkie
Foul I'm loose now shot went off knocked the juice down
It ricocheted and hit a GS now here comes EMS, Dunn was leanin near a ZX
Next time shit's parental, God slap fire out yer mental
Jet in a boat with rims to mental

Key Phrases: Knuckleheadz 4

And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures.

Word to momma. This rap wonderama team got drama,

comma, plus smoke realize marijuana.

Chef may resign to boat across the Farasana

Immaculate, plus all my guns so accurate.

They get CREAM and the cuisine in Queens

I told you, money stated with the night beams and two rings

Key Phrases: Knuckleheadz 2

So stroll marvelous, soul controller

of the whole globe. God Damn, I got it sewn.

Key Phrases: Knuckleheadz 1

So let's do this the f*ck up, roll up like tropical, lid.

Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid.

Key Phrases: Striving for Perfection 4

I'm the eyes that's in back of you, kid.

Key Phrases: Striving for Perfection 3

I got shot at, man. My moms windows for shot the fuck up, man.

Yo, God, my baby's in here, God. Se I gotta take time, man,
and raise my family, man.
YouknwhatI'msayin? Sit around, man. My grandkids, man.

But, yo, son, it's like this. man.
We all livin,' man. We here now, man.
YouknowhatI'msayin?

Let's not thing like we gonna be stagnating, man.
Let's keep moving ahead, man. Keep our head up, man.
Take care of our families, man.

Key Phrases: Striving for Perfection 2

It's the pot of gold right here, man. This is it. Man, this is glory.
youknowhatI'msayin?

So, yo, the first thing we gotta do, man,
Is just know what we gonna do with this cream when we get it man.
Cause I'm not trying to just be sitting on motherfucking two hundred thou
and acting like I'ma just be a
drug dealer all my life.

Son, I got bigger and better plans, son.

We gonna grow God
We gonna grow like a plant, son.

Yo, you coming at me like that son?

Key Phrases: Striving for Perfection 1

I'm tired of doing this shit.

Check the fly shit, son.

I got a new connect son, for real man.
Fuck all this twenty four brick shit, man.

YouknowhatI'msayin.'

Politickin to death

We gotta move, god. We gotta move, god. We gotta migrate.
Get the fur. Get the fuck outta New York, youknowhatI'msayin?
Bounce man, start with fuckin' bigger and better shit.

Parsing

We're marinating on the difference b/t "delacratic" & "slang rap
democracy." Maybe close to the difference b/t socialism and black
market economies.

The Word

It's just major right here, you know son.

We handling the earth right now. Y'all n*ggas don't even know. You know what I mean? If it wasn't for us trying to enlighten y'all n*ggas w/ all types of flows and flavors, the game wouldn't be the same.

No doubt. You gotta come provocative, n*gga. You know what I mean? Sh*t gotta be spinetinglin, w/ mad styles and crazy dangerous, I mean, bust your sh*t open beats. You know what I mean?

It's like, yo, n*ggas don't even know, son. We gonna play some funky shit. Pay up. Pay up. Pay up.

Here, hit this Henny.

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