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China Drum One Thing

, my sick sense tell me you're hating on me again, persistent, jealousy, and resistance for my existence so I gotta go for ya chin, Workin out, you can keep on workin out, but your chin

with the machine Moneys in my jeans I'm a a money fiend I put that on everything That I'm chasin every dream Call me the machine (chine chine chine chine

the buckus style the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin Slayin boom-bangs like African drums

pimps and big timers. Whether it's heiron or hemp wit China. Or got a bitch on the strip sellin vagina. Shit Is Real. One mo time. Verse 1 *(Yukmouth

rock like coral distinctive bout my hormals Gotta lil grime And gotta lotta lorals The rhthym stay bangin My one two thangin Is eximplified by the cop left hangin Percussions our weapons Drums

The room is spinning, And I feel dizzy like a rat trapped, On one of those things that goes round and round and round. All I can see are neon lights,

Pray to the east, pray to the east... Yeah I got my man in the studio One of the illest mc's in the world Rhyme inspector percee p Kick some flavor for

you love one another Love one another, love one another Come again come love one another, I say love one another Remember love one another, love one another, love one

[Bliss:] Well I've been Running round this globe for a coupla spins now Grown from school days the outcast from the in crowd I keep my chin down as time