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theraputic sessions - ray long lyrics

[verse 1]
uh, moving, moving right along
if y’all can’t relate, we can trade places
but i’d hate to be a snake
see what i’m saying?
drop knowledge with the
degrees of satan
that’s hot, but there’s a price
to pay for the awakening
god*given talent with a devilish flow
if you ain’t up, for the challenge
then you better get, ghost
hard*hitting, knocking n*ggas off balance
so y’all can get level with the toast
it don’t matter when peddling dope
it’s naught if you’re with it
’cause once you develop the habit
it’s hard to get rid of it
moms, pops, uncles, even aunts hitting it
still breathing, with all odds
against the kid. in the field with heats
while y’all thinking i’m off the charts with hits. b*tch, my songs didn’t exist
how y’all charging me for k!lling a beat?
when i’m still in the street? a convict
if a b*tch ain’t feeling me, it must mean
she paralyzed from hip to feet
gangsters don’t dance
they boogie and sip drinks
i be swarming on your camp
like jason to catch sleep
creep and then slip
and i ain’t gotta run what i chase
when i come, it’s like the nut in your face
f*ck a b*tch
get more satisfaction out of
stuffing a safe up with chips
here comes the pitch, the game
when hitting, you’re either out
or safe touching a base
teams in the dugout, pull your guns out
in shoot ’em up scenes
fiends strung out, dumbing out
since they use us to bump each other off
f*ck covers. they should be under sheets
klu klux style
uh, wee!, don’t try to hide, man
aha, don’t try to hide your face
you know what i’m saying?

[verse 2]
the days is sure to go by
but you ain’t guaranteed to make it
through it. you could die being stupid
i done survived with fluid
running out of my flesh
and that blood leak pints at a time
so i must be, blessed like [?]
we the [?]. me in custody is insanity
the judge ain’t trying to
release me on my own recognizance
because of my rap sh*t
das is so quick to jump on my d*ck
keep alibis tight as sight, focused
eyes on the prize
which almost appears bogus
straight from crooklyn
sick from the outside looking in
spit more bars than a bullpen
of therapeutic sessions
discussing tricks of fiends
stretching their best sh*t
never to happen again, ever
a crack cat yapping about
stacked cheddar. is reenactments
of jib*running competitors
f*ck a license, like a hit*and*run
in unregistered whips i’m riding
far from complying
pull over the driving’s a pit stop
box office smash, hit
blockbusters if the fl!ck’s hot
so called tough guys walk
streets with rent*a*cops
get rid of the bop and
switch like a b*tch does it
forget buzzing, i been hot
bubbling the block
got drugs the government
meant they’re smuggling
just because i’m in a bent state of mind
don’t mean i’m bent out of shape
“your honor, my nine’ll f*ck it”
you dig now, but never dug it before
wasting the public time. f*ck the law
that’s life, and i love mine
enough to dump off on one time
if that crime, they coming for me
to max my life, i’ll sacrifice
and jump off like the diving board
doing a jackknife. bust the form
and them judges holding up
numbers for long
got snitches coming to
court with crutches
dry snitches get wet
optics of eyewitnesses
left to come blinded
f*ck your insights. mind your biz
i get [?]. sky’s the limit
i’m light years ahead of you
shining like the big dipper
consider it done dealing with her
one night’s enough to remember
gone by sunlight
ain’t no motive behind k!lling opposed
catch feelings for law like
hail marys in the end zone it’s
no holds barred when
i’m choking your b*tch on the strip
for coming up short distance
as far as those concerned
i throw darts for digits
the bullseye represent your heart
i’m so militant. in them [?]
them [?] recruits
i leave you discharged honorable
wounded in your army suit!
yo, f*ck. hold up

- ray long lyrics

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