On Thu, Aug 15, 1996 at 04:29 AM, Makaveli <[email protected]> wrote: > Allow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don > Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran > **** get shook like 5-0 > My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival > Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets > Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it > Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride? > Located world wide like the art of graffiti > I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty > Born on a dopefiend's titty.. huh > In every city you'll find me > Look for trouble right behind me > My Outlaw **** down to die for me, knahmean? > I hit the scene **** duckin from my guillotine stare > I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare > Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall > This for my dogs down to die for yours > Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em > Cut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em > My whole team, trained to explode ride or die > Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry > Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater > Two big pits, I call them my bitch **** eaters > And not a whimper 'til I'm gone > Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong > (Ha ha ha)
Quite. Indeed, I've also made good use of my heater. I will extract it from an existing tool and post it to GitHub tomorrow. Thanks for the reminder, Max! -- Iris Couch
