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Mascara

by Knucklez

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Way I came up
Flip Caine in the night time.
Working all day
Never once did I write rhymes.
1000 rounds make barrels warp
Turn day when the pipe shine.
Sparking out the end
At ya head then it wipe minds.


I'm from that era
Brains on lap and that sweater.
Just to scratch an itch
Came on back wit that metal.
Plugs got pulled quick
Real G's would not sweat em.
Trading ki's for heat
What you need I got extra.

Born to be Iconic
Flow out the sewer through the basement.
Y'all would watch Rap City
I would traffic Caine in a spaceship.
Jumping cross the states
Like a plane you'd think I shape shift.
Coming out the jeweler
Sickest chains wit the bracelets.

Gangsters don't die
We get in shape and get face lifts.
I could get a hundred crimes
For given plays that I became rich.
I'm the era of gun pullers
Gloves were never needed.
Duct tape the handle
Grind the frame you'll never see it.

We living in the era
They wearing mascara.
These rappers all pussy
I'ma push it in n scare em.
Never wet the tip
Go in dry like a light plug.
It might shock a little bit but
this the era where they like butt.


Way I came up
Flip Caine in the night time.
Working all day
Never once did I write rhymes.
1000 rounds make barrels warp
Turn day when the pipe shine.
Sparking out the end
At ya head then it wipe minds.


We would cop the Caine
Change cars and tail him home.
Run up in wit duct tape
Gag him wit the chrome.
Business never did on phones
We used pager codes like Wires.
And if we ain't never know him
We ain't coming buying.

Might've come by wit pliers
Usual violence til it's silent.
We done emptied out the crib
That bitch sittin there crying.
You was living fat
We would give a diet.
Then put ya shit back out
Like it's a brand new supplier.


You came up in that
Rat on ya man's era.
I rap on ya man's Era
Wit the handle of my black terror.
I make em talk like parrots
It's apparent I am Haram.
Bout to change the watch
Check the cameras I be glaring.

See me alone in my Luminox
Homie that's a shooters watch.
I only count cash
knock ya medulla off.
Run up on him pull and spark
Here's the wool pulling cloth.
I been eating wit the wolves
You been gettin eaten like a pussy pop.


Way I came up
Flip Caine in the night time.
Working all day
Never once did I write rhymes.
1000 rounds make barrels warp
Turn day when the pipe shine.
Sparking out the end
At ya head then it wipe minds.

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released July 4, 2021
Jim Jones - My Era

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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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