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Blood Bank Vol 2

by Knucklez

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Tired 02:41
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Coke Hits 02:04
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Focus (Chump Change) 02:58
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Patriot Act 02:29
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Scripture of My Life 02:20
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Powderkeg 02:46
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Weight 02:39
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Homie Keep The Change 02:58
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EL Papito 03:36
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Homie I'm The Shooter 03:11
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Make it go boom Go boom Homie I'm the Shooter I walk up wit the tool drawn Spent some time in group homes. Ward of the state Was too violent said the Suits bro. Called me socio- path even my rights wrong. Put me in a cage wit some pills Now all my rights gone. Age 12 went gangster Stabbed a Pedo wild. After I shanked him I said bye to the Bible. Eyes went black My mirror got foggy. Welcome home Nucky You have found your calling. Then the second kill came Let my weapon feel the pain. Caught a strongarm robbery Then I never feel the same. Had the good life But I mentally fucked it. The list wit the good wife In every bucket. The light felt different This sun feel darker. For someone that's aweful It's like a life gone marker. Right wrong pipes bongs Cocaine jump like dolphins. I spent a whole month awake Taking lives now I'm martyr. Make it go boom Go boom Homie I'm the Shooter Revolver wit a soda bottle taped to the tip Or I just russet up and give em baked skins. I'm the chef the hitman the run n go get man Whatever I need I'll Knuckle til the skin hanging. I'm the sin the beginning of everything unraveling I might look ok but deep in my mind I'm battling. Imagine it the blasphemous clutching on my madness What a sacrilege embattlement There ain't nowhere I haven't been. Every dark road every dark hole Make sure there's knots in my wood when my coffin get closed. It's got character like Mariners Ice cold links wit carats in em. By blood Sicilian That means I'm Italian plus I'm African. Blast ya man and travel and go consume the sacrament Hack ya bits toss my grips You don't know where my ratchet been. Wherever I go I'm ready for the tangling I put you in a cage like I caught a fuckin pangolin. I'm mangling I'm strangling The shark eating anglers. Lose lips sink ships I torpedo every reload I will snatch ya Papis kilos bring his organs let you see those. Duffle bags muzzles gags Duct tape at yo welcome mat
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Cosby Face 02:40
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Sniff a sixteenth of raw You'll get the Cosby face. Flip a sixteenth of hard You'll get the Cosby face. Turn this heat up of ours You'll get the Cosby face. Once this big heater drawn You'll get the Cosby face. A sixteenth on Dauphin A sixteenth on Broad. Make ya bitch be my dolphin For a sixteenth of hard. You pipsqueaks bizarre My D 12 and certified. Make him breathe in hell This squeeze then murder ride. You don't know what I've seen So why be the murdered guy. The demon at the stove Lift reach make burners fly. The fifth make the burgers fly Beef well done. Crispy as the Gypsy Killed John Dani's pup. Sniff a sixteenth of raw You'll get the Cosby face. Flip a sixteenth of hard You'll get the Cosby face. Turn this heat up of ours You'll get the Cosby face. Once this big heater drawn You'll get the Cosby face. I'm more like John Gottis bruh Roll you in Nicky Scarfos rug. Take over the city of Philly Like George Floyd evolved. You get a sixteenth of love When the six breathing snubs. Shower curtain pulls back Boom steamed ya tub. I leave blood on the walls Like Elm Street at night time. With gloves full of claws Make hell freeze and light mine. Sixteenths in bars Sig's eating palms. It's in my front pocket Like him/hymn keep Qurans. Sniff a sixteenth of raw You'll get the Cosby face. Flip a sixteenth of hard You'll get the Cosby face. Turn this heat up of ours You'll get the Cosby face. Once this big heater drawn You'll get the Cosby face. I make he see the signs These streets be designed. Sixteenths in alleys Big heat in mine. Ya mind is like a mime Silent picture read the minds. My mind is like a profits scripture Pop the whistle keep the tithes. Every ounce you sell A sixteenth is mine. That's the tax in this city For the things keeping quiet. It get noisy on the block If the strip seeing lines. And my pockets ain't fed We'll be feeding 9's. Sniff a sixteenth of raw You'll get the Cosby face. Flip a sixteenth of hard You'll get the Cosby face. Turn this heat up of ours You'll get the Cosby face. Once this big heater drawn You'll get the Cosby face.
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Overload 02:31
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released February 22, 2021

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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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