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Kind Of Like Spitting All Hail

books burn fast All hail the myth of great control. All hail the holes we shine in for three bucks at the door And all along the way you sang hallelujah

books burn fast All hail the myth of great control. All hail the holes we shine in for three bucks at the door And all along the way you sang hallelujah

or snow, sleet or hail I kick street tales, choking niggas like i'm sprewell golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand blow you away like

rain or snow, sleet or hail I kick street tales, choking niggas like I'm sprewell Golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand Blow you away like

confidence Write like a columnist slash novelist I'm in this game to demolish, establish my dominance Over prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite I can spit ominous so spit

and lightning, rain, hail, sleet with a tornado's the kind of brainstorm I get So when the wind starts blowing, sh-t, talking about goin' in? Goin' insane's more like

I start spitting them lyrics, niggas get very religious, Six Hail Maries, please Father forgive us, Young, the Archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggas, The way y'all all

these supreme baller like Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g Y'all niggas sound like me (BEOTCH!) Pardon my French but uh (All hail the king and queen) Sometimes I get kind

m in this game to demolish, establish my dominance Over prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm Haile