Shaheen Hussein
I'm a rarest issue built pyramids of metaphors my catalog
blast off and heard in Panama.
This ain't paddle ball.
I'm going back and forth cut the tough guy talk short.
You will be a torch corpse.
I'll be in superior courts.
I've turned radios off and gravitational force.
You rose petals off.
Nightmare on the Lansing Street.
The red eyes shy.
It's not doing a five crew ride this moon.
I do the nickel chrome and event a post pen.
It's like a feeding on a city bench.
I like the eyes of the prettiest yet.
It's like a wolf in the half night sitting under a half light.
I see you bleed for a half a day.
Vietnamese cafe top floor apartment that I rent
out the window could see the city's crimson scene.
Yes, I'm the best nobody better than me.
The competition is not negative three.
I'm wild like MS 13 on PCP.
For 115 with the M16 black lion 18 with the ice pick.
It's sing sing.
Check your background your whole lifestyle green screen.
It's creepy.
You try and do it like me.
It ain't as easy as you think.
I had to get locked up to be free.
This is a plus degree.
You niggas a be young got a GD. Why are you singing to me?
This is a shoppy HOP. I spell it out for those
can't read bless me like I see nobody do it like me.
No,
I'm on some revolutionary * heavy on the grips hollow on the tips.
Extra on the clip watch trigger finger itch bitch.
Off the messy I got acquainted with the nightmares the ghost jamming.
I'm walking through white rain with can make candy.
Two holes that hold tools and shoots landed out the great camera.
The young iron lung.
I got the taste of a lion's tongue.
The freedom of an outlaw biting some by gun.
If you scared of dogs,
I put your body in the fridge.
Goes to do you over the bridge.