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Guilty Simpson
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Coroner's Music
You gotta look around, there ain't nothin' changed I sho' hope somebody's listenin' to what I'm sayin'
[It'll be a cold day in hell, I would never change, my style or my profile]
Coroner Music, G.S. boi! O.J. Simpson...
Coroners must love my shit for certain, I keep 'em workin' Cause your boy got pull like a diesel person In this rap tug-o-war, I yank the cord and watch 'em all fall down My rapport is lethal, no equal, no survivors, no sequel None compare, they crumble when the monster stares I see through you, my heat do to you what they should have did Molotov cocktails tossed in ya crib Death to the fake is the only way to live Mama said give, car is charity Guns at the temple for a moment of clarity There's no comparing me, please! I'd rather be a corpse than compared to these wack emcees Make a list, whoever you dudes take, never confuse great I do 'em in like tube steak, and digest 'em Seven Mile section, vest for protection, it's no correction Guilty, I got next, and I read??? of these so-called high prospects I got techs and techniques unknown to those That misrepresent the stage when I stole the show Detroit the city you suppose' to know, already Respect my home, the dreads heavy Deadly in the jungle, wit' a machete Choppin' through vines, organized crime Solar eclipses couldn't stop my shine Tryin' to sabotage when I jot my rhymes On a stone tablet, I use hammer and nails Poppin' aspirin, the rap game environment(?) is hell Stay???, they wanna do me in like Kwame So I killed Patrick, it's still practice To keep it ghetto, pull more strings than Geppetto And laugh while the stray echo, and wake up neighbors What I toke's ridiculous, I spit black licorice flavor How you a playa? they put you waivers Black acid, when I drop on paper O.J. Simpson, Ode to the Ghetto: The Remixes Evil, like three sixes
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