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  1. Free

From the recording Free

Lyrics

How ya livin Mr. Prado?
On the Edge all my days
Just tryin to see through all the Haze
Smoke is risin and I'm feelin free
No one can ever grab hold of me

I shoot for thrills in coupe de villes scoopin rocks like shootin drills
I do it for the loot and thrills, stupid groups of troops get killed
I'm tellin losers chill shuttin down the rumor mills
With my computer skills and rap tracks that are super ill
I could never be a presidential candidate
I'd be the man to hate as soon as they start releasin some random tapes
From all the hidden cameras placed in my dungeons of sex
With my hundreds of pets watchin as I stand and cum on her chest
I'll punish less if you sluts get undressed and if I'm unimpressed
Then like the mouth police you bitches can all give your tongues a rest
When sometimes I'm under stress it's because the dumb press
Tries to get me to confess to stuff nothin more nothin less
These cunts are stressed no fun or sex and always be attackin me
For stackin sacks of weed and jackin half these bitches chastity
Catastrophes natrually tragically happen after we
Actually tactically sarcastically be actin free

On the Edge all my days
Just tryin to see through all the Haze
Smoke is risin and I'm feelin free
No one can ever grab hold of me
Get those paper stacks no payin tax blazin that haze in glass
Playin back my latest tracks, displayin fat amazin raps
Crazy maniacs may attack try and take a crack
To break and snap my bones but if they do I'll show their ladies that
I got a bigger package plus I spit the baddest shit it's magic
Gettin cabbage stayin lit an makin hits inflictin damage
Gettin likes on every post and tweet the most elite
MC I flow to beats that are sweet and fatter than hoes who overeat
I'm runnin Laps around these motherfuckin acts and clowns
I'll just be stackin pounds of cash and never be backin down
I'll just sit back and lounge be creatin massive sounds
Ladies turn your backs around Kevin Paul is back in town
Smokin herb and packin bowls no spoken word I'm rappin pro
Always with a magic flow goin intergalactical
Do whatevers practical or whatevers tactical
Makin hits that are classical I'm not a crazy radical

On the Edge all my days
Just tryin to see through all the Haze
Smoke is risin and I'm feelin free
No one can ever grab hold of me

Smoke is risin
Smoke is risin
And I'm feelin free
And I'm feelin free
On the Edge
On the Edge