“Bang Wit It” (written by M. Rankin)


I’m back wit a verse back in the middle back with a hearse / back to the curb on attack for the herbs and I’m strapped wit the words take it back leave a turd/ guess whos in it all black tinted hummer give me the wheel i’ll spin it / pat say jack and i’ll eat your spinach plus yo head off finish him / let a nigga know who do better i doodoo better than you do letters in notebooks ‘stead of being all bitch like get wit it you better / ambridge biatch 724 dont bore me wit the bull shit hate nigga wait i make shit quake i’m haarp you hard i’m harrrrd/ you cod go fish im back to get my shit give me props but i dont play wit no stage show tho / i want stage show doe to make bread i need meds sick in head altzhimers / one of the bestest all timers i forgot remember now choppin niggas down like timber now mufasa you simba wow / im all of that plus that rolls gold you niggas ice box on pluto cold


*chorus x8* Ba-ba-bang wit it *chorus end*


Dope at everything everything do it for dolo bra flow that stay swollen like Bolo brah / all my solo broads take ya bras off / listen this is nova law my law is the golden law aww / rap icon flow diamond on an island who better than me dylan / dylan, dylan, dylan, nor dylan my legal name 11 check the spelling i won hah / rust where what year bust everywhere / trust yeah fuck yeah ima fuckin bear / lion anaconda techtonic bomber pirahana osamas nightmare comma lyrically gifted decked in armor / the legendary novatribe rises captain be hard on the enterprise bitch stop yo lie shit unh / im all that plus the rolls gold you niggas ice box on pluto cold





“Say What You Gon Say” (written by M.Rankin)


Aw guess whos back 6’4 same skinny nigga guess who black / amb ambridge deliver the sandwich for the starving artist so guess who’s phat / all these records i done made all these hours i prayed / gimmie a second to play touchdown today / bit of shade as i throw on this dope flow black man high what you smokin that dope for / an unlimited choke hold an imminent threat close to home also known as the loco long cocoa colored bro bro / the flow glow like sheen charlie hardly more brown than cleveland / fly like a hawk king like steven haters keep on walking get leaving / let a brotha rocking get geeking off the tempo this off the tent pole / off 10-4 you copying info don’t bite turn it up in ya tempos aiight


*chorus x2* Ya’ll love to hate me oh why / hear you when i walk by / that’s all right that’s okay say what you gon say *chorus end*


Whut up upped the game from up under my name / the hero of the dust to dust spirit has came to dust off the thang i love but all you lame ass niggas wanna chain my tugboat / remain my soul tracks could die cold game origami fuck it i’ll fold / gimmie my props so many cities i rock its not new im not a hot name / but now my city on top its only fitting i pop big titties thats hot and got brains uh / my planes up ya’ll lames up my flames up and i’ll blaze ya fool / yo can i keep it real a minute thought certain a nigga finished / the message that GOD intended is never to be diminished / cause cant nobody present it the way that novi present it / its good for you like a diet provided wired in spinach / thank heavens for all these seconds that heaven high has invented / haters keep throwin stones my metals never been dented /

*chorus x2*



“Another Robot” (written by M. Rankin, B. Alexander Morgan (SWV’s ‘Weak’)


Aw see them hoes on the wall see them hoes on the bed i cant hold em all / i cant shake this feelin i need more to call you my special one love meet that protocol / call me ken your barbie bitch i aint rich we eat at arbys / my poison this noise in my head annoys me / please dont drop that hot potatoe my bitch aint from boise / she from the hood she from the ghetto / but whats that matter you say ditto / whats the middle between a stone rock and a hard place when it get hard faced wit a bizarre chase for my heart on my sleeve and thats hard to fault me at the finish line dont start me / its like you invented the car keys i dont trust it tho get off me / i just wanna go how could you stop me / but your something that i wanna know from the door coulda had it but im running for the door locks you robot

*chorus x2* I don’t know what it is you’ve done to me / It’s a feeling that I want to stay *chorus end*

Malfunction Malfunction last dance who jumps in / don’t do what they did cause i dont look like taye diggs / u dont look like Keri Hilson break the buildin aint rebuilding / glass house stone through ceiling robots dont have feelings so i / cant feel you i cant feel you you know why / im owed respect and im still due so dont lie / those aint roses thats mildew when we die / this whole thing falls to pieces / never could assimilate you lost ya features / i dont need ya but i need ya all u know about the credit cards and visa / home is where the heart is but i dont wanna lease ya / how you gonna let a nigga take mona lisa / this my art show we was in harmony but my parts low / please excuse my tenor love you was late but i been here love / this blue pill thats hard to swallow thats for dinner love / fuck that meal thats not real best i chill / opportunity came once and aint knock so now im stuck wit this robot

*chorus x2*


“Tell Em Wassup” (written by M. Rankin)

All these haters out her yappin but that shit dont make no sense / i dont worry bout no suckas plus you pricks dont pay my rent / on my grizzy on my grind feel like denzel out these rhymers / out here scaring all these white folks worse than chemtrails and obama / a.m.b they in me / rep my hometown ho its elementary / all of that plus the kohler faucet / watch these niggas try to copy me tell them boys to stop it / all about my business get these million dollars maybe / once i ball off in this game carry thunder like im KD / cant fade me my closest comp is Jay-z now im talking crazy see look at what you made me

*chorus* I just tell em Wassup (x7) *repeat* *chorus end*

Culture cray so culture cray wrap ya feces like a present give a shit bout what u say / you cant phase me wit ya comments you could say i sound like kermit / i can tell u get no pussy cause you niggas sound like hermits / fuck up out ya crib 1800 u need sluts only talent that you got eatin chips and scratchin nuts / see me movin yeah im movin trick what u did lately / oh you want a verse fuck u pay me / aw shit now im back to start shit / novi fly as starships all these novatribe hyits / we aint bumpin yall shit heres the shot that ya’ll fit / fake niggas stop it you cant do what i did / known for the dopest raps do you know a nigga thats as dope at that / bigger than the city and an open map only comin harder cause i dont relax / givin yall the truth never choke no joke / thrilla in manilla its the rope-a-dope muhammad ali of the open quotes / most niggas that u know nowhere close to nov / i get it in and rips it dont pretend to diss it / solar event my nigga you cant miss it / pen too raw on the stage too raw and ya model girl wanna go in raw / wonder how i do it and im showin ya’ll bout to hit the next level nice knowin ya’ll / im goin faster yall slowin yall till im paid in full yall owing dawg



“What Love Is All About” (written by M.Rankin)

Another boy you want nothing to do with / kick him straight to the curb cause he dont do shit / take his name out ya phone start making new plans and by this time tomorrow you have a new man / hit the club tonight wit ya homies and when ya done you probably gonna phone me talking bout / all the players the drinks he bought you the cars the minutes you spent impatient just waitin facing the bar / the story is never new always another guy / always another sucka you playin off to the side / sends you a couple messages waits for you to reply / but never gets a return soon recognizes the lie / always a broken heart always a broken tie / yet nothing can come between us i still be here at your side / wishin that you could see me and notice that im alive but you just doin you i keep my feelings inside

*chorus* Na-na-na i know im not an expert / but u dont understand / i know u get the fellas hot / i know u had a man / u givin it ya best shot / but what i wonder is do you know what love is all about *chorus end*

baby you get guys ball players small fries / make a sucka spend his money just one look in his eyes / hypnotize him beautiful is such a disguise / way you walk in a skirt put them thighs to work / easily make these other chickens jealous / cause they aint evolved and gettin looks from the fellas yet / its something that you do to em its gettin old now ya used to em / all the compliments sound the same / every single guy that you like becomes lame / once you let em hit they always split / but you still play the game / aint no nigga checkin for ya brain its a damn shame / so much to offer / what you always giving out a piece of your heart for / aint nothing to stop ya / its like you only wanna be hurt / you can change what you wanna be worth / just listen to me



“All My Neighbors” (written by M. Rankin / produced by Beezy of Dead End Hip Hop)

Its about to go down riding through your town / big body speakers on me vibin through your ground / i got new hits got new flows my exes hatin my new hoes / you love them that fools gold you uptight then thats boog-whoaaaaa / i need new clothes pay checks wit a few o’s / oh goodness oh my oh shit my 05’s about to be my 012′ you hatin niggas oh well / ladies lovin my oh smell and the after party’s at the hotel-o

*chorus* All My neighbors x2 / its about to go down x4 *chorus end*

Now who’s ass is stankin my my its that rankin / erebody a goblin and my last name is Vankman / my letter game it hangmen i’m doin my thang man / you dumbasses cant hang got no arms like rayman / bombin mountain top im climbin / my whole style banoodles yo shit value pak ramen / i stay high beam like shinin por favor may i chime in / its my time dog quit rhymin / why you nine thousand ninety nine and still


It’s the well equipped spitter / live for the city drop 5 when i sit up / hundred thou hitter bitter roll up wit avita get a sitter baby dookie on the plane put ya shit up / chicks used to hate now they wanna get up / flow sixty eight vintage bump dat punks is finished funk diminish ya vibe i drunk the guiness a dumb percentage of my my blood / pop eyes spinach and popeyes / chillin in the whip what a feeling to walk by / fine ass chick tryin get her to drop by / partial law to martial law the ass / eddy got the pen and ready for the fetti / conneticut pittsburgh all between my dream is to get the cream / lime light when the time is right its the king



“Conquer The Devil” (written by M. Rankin)

Achieve it only if i believe it / most these suckas is lucky wit me luck isnt needed / hustle sweat and i grind i swear that these niggas cheated / aint no time for complaining just get in the game and beat it / my reflection says my destiny’s due thru my review / extended minutes in sessions GOD images through / get the point for the sentence is through / break outta prison wit a couple of bars do how the citizens do / forget chasin them ghosts 9/5 to ya grave / fantasize seeing rays through the cloudiest days /my daughter dont see me wile im grinding for praise / the spirit slaves to never fail rhyme on a stage / risk it all for pocket lint facebook likes / read and retweets my opulence stasis defeat moments in deep / forgettin all my christian beliefs stuck in a shadow of my own feats / foot on my feet standing on one leg holdin my ground / stares wooden but some stay holding me down / not sure my motive its harder now to keep my head level / but ima die a legend and rebel watch me conquer the devil

*chorus x4* Watch me conquer the devil *chorus end*

Scene was a genius his team was full of demons in dreams / solace his privacy college his insurance policy scheme / blood thick in his poet marks had the heart to beat dragons / seemed like the planet was laggin / baggage heavy feet dragging / beggin for scars share his soul words electronically / fuckin around honestly bitches astonish me / fall in love whatever accepted heart broken left it / left a bit of himself in a wide open necklace its all / a little bit fucked up what am i dog a little bit fucked up i manage dog / from not only that so much as made me lack / heart compassion soul fire / that all faceted well fastned in faster race driver / in this lifes fast lane the pains liver / the trains rider cannot control why the conductor cannot switch rails I tried to / racked out my motherfuckin brains i got to / find a way to put out all these flames i got to / nothin in this planet seem the same i got to / make it so my pictures in the frame i got to / even if they never hear my name i got to / fuck it nigga charge it to the game i got to / this for my daughter not the fame i got to / this is for my daughter not the fame /

*choir* I shot the the devil *repeats to end*



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