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Impact Kids

Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever Chain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe king So what now? Industry kids'

body in tha trunk? of my lincoln , continental style, pop tha pussy like a pimple, im fed up I put it in your ear and fuck ya head up, turnin up tha tempauture , told them kids

peroxide Reachin' for a T shirt to wear That I would catapult to the fore front of rap like this How can I predict my words and have an impact like this

darker than Gotham City Wit' the possibility to stop your walkin' ability God forgive me, spark enemies wit' pistol grips The missile tip's impact hit

s just a song but it's spice for the recipe This is a love attack, I know, went out but it's back It's just like any fad, it retracts before impact And

been trying to hide this place of mind Confusion, illusion Misinterpretation Of the original me I need a sign a simple chime When grown kids have crossed

Am Looking good he knows he'll get away with Just about anything that he can He spots a dog crossing the road Speeds up and feels the impact As he shoots

potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga

with me Not trying to convince the pack that it's a fact For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back We have agreed You'll feel the impact