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Blood Bank Vol 1

by Knucklez

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Point Blank 02:17
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Down Range 02:00
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Bandana K 02:38
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Shot A Cop 02:38
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HFTP 01:46
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Dog I set it off Had cocaine in the tires. I nine five But we ain't nine to fivers. Two day drive To go meet my plug. We in the middle of the dessert mirage Only thirsty for the ones. 50 brick duffles Been known to cause some scuffles. Taped a few and got taped Slaughtered Undercovers. I'm the big bad wolf I chase foxes for my prey. I'ma hit that bul In his boxers for the yay. 3 times in the dark Like he said my name. My pictures in the gang art Caption say insane. I been buying out malls Counting diamonds like this Antwerp. Spying my balls You hymens better answer. I got gun safe wall Strapped up like Burt from Tremors. My 8 gauge long Will collapse ya house to fuckin embers. Before you ask for credit Think about the things first. No casket found headless Payment missed that how this works. I got homies round the world Know bout cooking up that girl. Prison never phased me I hit booking like I'm thuryl. Philly gangster Mac I'm crooked as the curls. Shanking bitches in the back While they putting up the curls. Seven sixty two Turn yo wake to a morgue. Big dead building Ghosts waiting in the floors. I'm when shadow people come My mama birthed out a demon. I'm their leader I'm their one You can call me Legion. Twenty years strong Got out they couldn't catch me. Not even once I was laundry day especially. DT surrounded me All they got was guns. That's when they realized I was going to get the drugs. Loaded clips wit slugs Extra spawl and blood. Teflon coated tip Explode in the chest and lungs. I'm the Hitman for plugs Not the junkie or the love. Only colors I see Are red and green from my thumbs.
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No Body 03:00
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Back to Back 02:59
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This my Life (Pain of the City) 02:58
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Born to hold The pain of the city. Looking at the stains It ain't pretty. This my life Are you ready for this life. Born to hold The pain of the city. Looking at the stains It ain't pretty. This my life Are you ready for this life. The screams in the night ATM explosions. The crazy thing is We have barely noticed. Fireworks BLM Election of a POTUS. It's Lecter versus Bonin Which killer should we go with. Sports all fake Look like 2 fuckin K. Those kids caught 2 strays Out two fuckin K's. Everyone feeling caged Cabin Fever full of rage. Peeling on the paint straight Gazing out the panes. It's amazing how we change When the fear in the mix. From the cradle to the grave All we hear are the fibs. I was born for this game Hit the door wit the things. Tell him gimme all the Caine On the floor don't twitch. Full bore twist Wit a pull cord ripped. I jump out the door of the plane Wit a full court fist. Hangtime flips Chasing paper like DB. Cooper's on the whips Flaming vapors of a genie. Born to hold The pain of the city. Looking at the stains It ain't pretty. This my life Are you ready for this life. Born to hold The pain of the city. Looking at the stains It ain't pretty. This my life Are you ready for this life. I puff a Live Resin cart And let this life lesson start. If my name is ever mentioned Wesson spark brain depart. The knowledge is a tool Useless to the blind. They refuse to go to school To give the other senses life. Turn the wrench just twice Third time stress the pipe. I been working all my life First time taking flight. Don't guess it read the writing Then stretch it to the righteous. Stretch it to the white sniff Have fiends stressing biting. We all Post Traumatic Like we supposed to see what happened. And not remember shit As we get closer to the cavern. Closer to the chasm The abyss of blackness. Where history gets repeated All we get is sadness. Psychologic slavery Have you locked up in state greens. Wit Bob Barker slippers Making wine out of grape leaves. Commissary time Empty as the game seats. He was tempted by the gravy Now he eat where the slaves eat. Born to hold The pain of the city. Looking at the stains It ain't pretty. This my life Are you ready for this life. Born to hold The pain of the city. Looking at the stains It ain't pretty. This my life Are you ready for this life.
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Peroxide (Honcho Freestyle) 03:21
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Bullet Holes and Respirators 02:53
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released September 11, 2020

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Knucklez Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Now understanding his younger ways errors he expresses his pain through the Mic in every facet.
After walking away from a 22 year career as a chef and walking away from the streets as one of it's few long term survivors. He has found himself in entertainment.
Knucklez learned that sometimes walking away is really just finding your way back to living
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