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Untitled 6

by Mach-Hommy

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Yeah, peace to the eye
Love you [?], understand
During a time called “The Age Of The Country At War”
It was a hundred year period
Uh, you know warriors used to go to the field and uh, to prove their worth, they used to remove the heads of their enemies
You know, take it back to the, to the castle to the kingdom, to the king
And you know show him what they were worth and they would get their compensation
You know, but after a while, uh a lot of cowards a lot of guys who weren't, up to standard started coming to the field late
And taking heads off of dead corpses you know?
Taking it back and getting the compensation that true warriors deserved
I mean, after a while that time had to come to an end
And after awhile, after now, now
That comes to an end

[Mach-Hommy]
Yeaah!
If you ain't an MC by now...you never will be!

[Hook]x3
New Years [?] as hell
I see you muf*ckas paid for your hood pass
New years [?] as hell
We don't make the times known
We make the f*cking style [?]

[Verse 1]
This is the news my brother
We get the blues my brother
We smoke, ooze and gulp brews we rule, my brother
Don't snooze my brother
We got, crews my brother, that got tools that so smooth you lose my brother
No rules I love her, but my city the p*ss
On the really no really, really you really get hit, with the dealy with bricks
Out-of-towners keep saying that, I guess they never, been out the hours where they spraying gats
Jers'
That's my word on my Earth
I rep that till I'm dead and I'm gone my church-
Is west district
You get your Lexus twist, with hot tefs from Mach west, your necklace stripped
We not the mob though
We dirty Jersey n*ggas y'all full
Even when it's 30 n*ggas one n*gga slide through
Air that b*tch
You won't compare that sh*t, to my style no more when I wild on tour

[Hook]x3
New Years [?] as hell
I see you muf*ckas paid for your hood pass
New Years [?] as hell
We don't make the times known
We make the f*cking style [?]

[Verse 2]
[?] is my birthplace hometown north, brick city to you
So don't come doubt to it
We pity the crew
Act tough, n*gga sho'nuff
Guns coming out of the tuck, you get your whole uh
Face ripped off, at the live show hol' up
Jake dipped off, now it's my go I show
Chrome .38's
Come on you'll be late for your pearly gates trip I go beyond what these fake, MC's attempt to take, and make they own
When we the men that's busting grapes at home
We feed your pen, you're a writer, biter
You're whack free stylists or a Ida, I mighta
Could of got that from Micky D's [?] please you a small fry no space for thieves in the league
Robbed Peter to pay Paul
I steal home-base with my nina and take off

[Hook]x3
New Years [?] as hell
I see you muf*ckas paid for your hood pass
New Years [?] as hell
We don't make the times known
We make the f*cking style [?]

[Outro]
Mach-Hommy
AKA [?]
Last name silly ass n*ggas
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Slizback n*ggas