New Speaker
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110 appearances
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3 series
first heard Jan 2025
last heard Mar 2025
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The Joe Budden Podcast · Episode 810 | "Where The Magic Happens" (feat. Oz Pearlman) · 22 Mar 2025
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Yeah.
Emotions caught willin' inside Lotta compartmentalized trauma I ain't never talk with you bout mine Swear I'ma kill me a nigga, mama I ain't even talkin' to the bitch dyin' They sayin' hurt people, hurt people Bitch, I'm destroyed on the inside Might look cool, calm and collected Bitch, I go hard on the inside Silly me believin' in a bitch nigga These niggas fraud on the inside Put some work down, put your skirt down These niggas frauds on the inside
I don't even like the name to go with it Before I go shopping or doing the copping I want a nigga brand to go with it Big Luca Brass here, big trend to topic I put that on my Zed that I'ma get with you You know that it's floating, I'm standing on business I get in they face and I hand them a fifty You know I'm on ten when I stand in the trenches Internet, I keep a positive image Any percent of that, I'm in it
Yeah, I might have went over your head
Go to your room and go get in your bed You know how I troll in the gutter You know that I'm thuggin', I'm one of them men You know if I put you to sleep till you ain't able to switch You won't get up again Look how they perpetrate a nigga image Won't even tell the public where they get it Imagine you takin' away from your family You guilty of charges you haven't committed Everyone else get a slap on the wrist Every time you go in, it's a different facility Emotions caught wheelin' inside Lotta compartmentalized trauma I ain't never talk with you about mine Swear I'ma kill me a nigga mouth I ain't even talk, bitch died
They say hurt people hurt people, bitch, I'm destroyed on the inside. My, you ain't no factor. You don't get saluted by shooters and jackals. Respect me on everything whenever you step in and willing to make an example. Call me the main kind of the Mexican. Call them a crooter by people who matter. Call the shop a cartel. I just went on the set. I knew that you ain't understand.
Oh, hey, really get active.
And bread wanna be on my jacket, I don't listen to nothin' but gays I'm up in ranch, you know that my daddy Remember when he used to want me to rap, but showed me how to unwrap it Bread wanna majorly mine for your booming, a lot of these niggas be actin' Tell them to speak on it, you know they missin' a lot of them factors You touchin' what we touchin', take off the gloves
I don't post up on the ground post up in the trap pray the way could take these
Love my swag, know I'm yeah I don't really go nowhere Out of town shoppin', saw me park my smoker pumped again Take my number, let me back, no strings attached, I'm bout to shave When the business gettin' hounder, I be quick to cancel plans Say you still be thinkin' bout me, thank you ma'am, no thank you ma'am Metro PCS be jumpin', sales be bumpin', let go, let go
Marcus clay before you start your day put this shit on your playlist to understand I'm a future a-list fuck the judge jury and the bailiff and Now homicide's my only payment. Yo, yo, yo, I can't hear nothing in the headphones. I ain't no music in the headphones. I was in the cut like peroxide. I knew the game was mine from the moment we locked eyes. Bitch, I was outside, on tour, bonjour.
How could you doubt I controlled the meaning of play? And it outlines the reasoning of my existence. This is hieroglyphics, psychophysics, heightened vision. I seen it all in the back of my mind.
You ever wanted to kill a nigga you share blood with With the same last name and you share bud with
tough bitch will sleep in the dust stiff but fuck all that shit let's get back to this rap shit they place me in the wilderness like john the baptist and i ain't have a goddamn thing in it bitch i gave up every goddamn thing for this shit ain't no plan b's or backups to relax for what the fuck you think i rap for the sit back
go against my kid that's a note all those years of crying tears when they locked you up 45 years man yeah they really me up but i gotta move on from this hurt wish i could bring my mama back alive from the dirt but in the meantime i gotta keep it steady on my mean grind and do everything to feed mine that's mama told me marcus claire that show's fire yeah he's that was hard he's super dope that was definitely hard i'm down south got a cheat code with the accents too
And it's been too long.
The weeks feel like months since I've been gone.
Your shades on my skin, the only touch I've known.
Nothing like the feeling that I left back home. That I can't seem to go without Out of reach but you're close enough So at least I can see your face I don't need to feel a moment
Until you hold me with your hands Your hands Your palms and fingertips stimulate me Curves anticipating I've been meditating On the places your caress could take me In a state of our own making It's a late trick Couldn't pull away when it's magnetic
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