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* from the forthcoming album "Visions"[Kobe]UhUh huhYou know what this isI`ma let `em run around one more timeI drop sumpin` on y`allIt`s like... it`s likeWhat`s it like?My microphones and glock ninesBlack? I`m dipped in thatThe beats, my mash, jam you for the platinum you haveRun it, the illest, watch me become itI`m here, and took it bowling, like straight to the wigSpeak truth like kids, tell you what you don`t knowKobe? Yeah, he`s real with the flowKick in the do` wavin` the flow-flowAll you heard was stop, can`t take the hits no moreHa, didn`t know I had your block on SWAT?I`m CIA, y`all nuttin` but beat copsI rock like my ma`s mean, name is cocainePlace you on my A-fiend list and pay you `caneThink you can handle? Not get stripped when you rock?Think again, you find you lost your mind and judgementMy confidence, springs from watching y`all fallAw, forced to hustle, rap in chargeI`ma hop in your brain, tell you whatchu thinkin`Yes, I am speakin`, but I ain`t writin`So cold, I put the ice in nicestYou too broke to pay attentionMy style is priceless[Kobe] [Nas]If you say murder that means I`m a Thug PoetIf I say my mind kills that means I`m a Thug PoetIf I say that I`m a flock that means I`m a Thug PoetAnd when I lay it down, it makes me a Thug Poet[Broady Boy]Thank the dudes for the gangs and tanks of boozeShanks and twos, it`s the gangstas, Langston HughesMy poems` about broken homes and Jesus peacesDope is the Popes in RomePoetical field, thug overtone, it`s like what, yo?Bring it home, we both go gonePre-cord thought flow in the sober zoneMy life style, chromosomes frost, hope to cloneThe crack lust, black dust, and the gat bustThe claps, the lackluster, memoirs of the black hustlerCondos, Beemers, bomb hoes, coke bags, toe tags, John DoesFiends skits them into the plane of day, as plain as dayIt`s hard to reach, to smell God anywayMoney, think backdrop payin` gray?Man, rubber-gripped on that rainy dayPeep the way I came to playOne aim at the game, reign and stayEvery stain is straight from objective, insane`Ey just don`t know, I`m two ticks from blowing a hole through musicBut I`m more than pimp-whoring him for the street wiseYou met the renCuz I open `neath in the weed, hydrogenJam my eyes to skin, guide some of our wisest menUntil the skies of sinI pray for the day we see you rise againUh[Nas] [Broady]Thug Poet Street analyst is this, theThug Poet Hustlers bang out toThug Poet Flows for your block, Hip-HopThug PoetThug Poet[50 Cent]Aiyyo, everybody know 50 ain`t know how to actI run up on cats with gats and aluminum batsY`all got fat while we starved, it`s my turnShit, I done felt how a slug burned, I still won`t learnNiggas in the `hood a-tell ya "50 crazy"I had your moms screamin` "They done shot my baby"Son, I yap your shine, I clap the nine, I slap youI`m that one of them niggas you wanna fuck withI spit the shit that make ya keep listenin`Keep my wrists glistenin`I left niggas alone and they still think I`m dissin` `emI`m on some new shit, S-Type baby blue shitNiggas talk behind my back but don`t do shitI ain`t looking for love, duke, I`m looking for respectI leave you with options, like die or hit the deckI`m a thug poet, you know what I came for, the doughClap-clap, y`all niggas get the fuck on the floor, floor[Nas] (Echoes to fade)Thug Poet

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