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    KILL BOX
    Intro
    4 walls
    Closing
    closing in on you
    what you gonna do

    (1st verse)
    Nineteen ninety six
    me start write nuff lyric's
    nuff punch line, nuff gimmicks

    Determine to be one of the best in my class
    Practice till I flow hotter than pepper sauce

    In a high school, me uses to clash with chemist
    Till de hall ways flood like the streets of Venice

    Everybody want see,who a go win this
    Geronimo Chief, no need fe witness
    De vigilante activist

    With a Brooklyn twist
    Bet you never seen nothing like this
    But you never smoke weed like this
    Heart attack, you go ina crisis
    Geronimo de nicest
    If you try dis this,

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    You gone pon de hit list fe die slow like you have a slit wrist
    Grim reaper tong kiss
    You life, seize to exist
    Ina my kill box, nothing a live
    Me no give

    Hook 2x
    This is my kill box
    your in my kill box
    your chest will collapse
    kill de boy dem dead, Geronimo no fled
    (2nd verse)
    I come fe change de way de people a sight reggae music
    me hear de hood say a joke music
    dem na respect de music
    some fucky artist abuse de music
    example number one
    elephant man
    me use to be ya fan
    till you start tek shit outta hand
    voice ten tunes a week, sing over ten people song
    so me have fe jump pon this wagon

    Who de hell is Dylan
    nobody respect de man
    him disgrace west Indian

    go thru de streets a Brooklyn, this nigga got no fans
    him join band while me a make grand
    yo
    me done see,
    In a dis industry
    nuff people na go like me
    nuff respect to beenie and bounty
    but honestly, dem no built like we
    no way

    patiently waiting
    my buzz me creating
    fe bust outta Brooklyn
    grimey old Brooklyn

    You, player hating
    money we still earning
    because we still hustling hustling hustling

    money pon me mind
    so me stay pon de grind
    hesitate fe you see me pon you train line
    copper shot, woulda lay you down same time
    me dread without dead

    Bridge
    4 walls
    Closing
    closing in on you
    what you gonna do
    (3rd verse)
    Ma niggas ina Brooklyn
    Bus guns fe real
    Never fraid fe talk how we feel
    Kill box is real
    Like a ozzie with de stainless steal
    Nigga life done
    Son fe real

    De truth reveal
    GC roll out with de M 1
    Extra clips inside a me Jordon
    you month skip, we gonna let you have one
    Wes Nyle is here
    A nigga nightmare
    Return to hook

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