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Keep My Words

by Knucklez

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They gon stay on ya heels
Try n take everything from you.
Remember that
They gon want it all.
I tell em keep my words
That's all you gettin.

Free movies free bars
Freeing Mumia.
Only thing free from me
Is when I'm squeezing the heater.
The rifle come first
Then releasing my Nina.
That shit'll wet ya chest
Like the beaching of Nina.

I mean look at it deeply
Like you're burning through Leafly.
Smoking weed all night
Just to turn to my cheat sheets.
I been gangster since birth
They only gangster weekends.
When their wife let em out
To go play wit the big men.

Ya house is a pig pen
You supposed to be stinking.
I'm supposed to be Gus
You supposed to be Pinkman.
Just relinquish the pink slips
And all of ya bricked sniff.
The diamonds the chains
While you getting ya shit lifted.

It go over ya dome
Like there's nobody home.
Except me in ya crib
Alone holding the chrome.
I've broken the bones
In my hands just squeezing.
Unloading the roll
Drums crash through defense.

My words my words
Yea keep my words.
My words my words
Yea keep my words.
They want everything free
Fuck an energy leech.
Only thing free from me
Is these words and this breech



I order ya hit on a cell phone
That's Assurant.
Rubbing elbows wit jail clothes
Lacking insurance.
Im passing forward wit a foregrip
Like Anthony Davis.
I cough covid out my wrists
Be my handles that gave it.

I ramble the Matrix
Make em scramble wit bacon.
Talkin to 12 get hated
Cook Wilbur and scrape it.
Hacking ya bones
After blasting through homes.
The headless chicken keep running
Cars crashing off roads.

It's a rash that I wrote
Fuck a package of hope.
Go Apache on the lackeys
Put hatchet to throat.
Fuck tragic it's poet
Wit the poems you know it.
I spit one word
Watch others start flowing.

Like the blood out ya veins
Losing the focus.
When it's filled with the things
They shooting its hopeless.
Fuck them hard drugs
We just move em to smoke this.
Mic like a Dutch
Moving cross oceans.

My words my words
Yea keep my words.
My words my words
Yea keep my words.
They want everything free
Fuck an energy leech.
Only thing free from me
Is these words and this breech

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released January 22, 2021
Produced by Kleph Dollar
Sean Price Peep My Words

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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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