17 The Drop

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17 THE DROP
Mama forgive me hope you didn't witness
The carnage I brought to suburban markets they’ll never forget it.
Forget me. You didn't raise me to be spiteful
But I'll be damned if they Tamar or Mike me, on a stack of bibles.
That's on a gat or rifle, my rivals smacked in pie holes,
Ironic life unravels, shining the truth in my eye holes.
Leaving on a jet plane, a chopper filled with choppers
If I fail bury me at sea enjoying shrimp n lobster.
Crabs. Prayed for me to fall or slip up like them.
Sad, I beat my chest, then spit souls up just like phlegm.
Haak-too. Hup To! Up to a level high with seraphims
6 wings, champion 6 rings you must cherish him!
Heads bowed, tongues silent, knees bent at 90
Degrees, You see me elevating the blasphemous almighty
Assert dominion over genre, crush the litmus test
Mind over matter over fame, the reign is limitless.

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from Tell My Mom I'm Sorry, released October 10, 2016

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REBEL ONE Jacksonville, Florida

I make hits. Born and raised into music, classically trained in percussion and piano from the age of five. Since 1995, I've been producing, composing, and writing music for a wide variety of genres and artists. Been around the free world, experienced cultures and music that helped forge an eclectic style that is likened to none other. ... more

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