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Yo!

This is the mighty Nutcracker, no doubt

Check it out

It is ok that we make mistakes

No one on this level is perfect

It is ok to cry and make mistakes

That is part of bein of a human being

We must sacrifice for the best and the best is yet to come

So everyone who doubt in thee

I’m just sayin: fuck you!

(Interlude Cuts):

Our society is fucked up

They’re fuckin our brothas

This is-s-s, this is white society

They’ve, problem, us, uh

This shit ain’t no god damn accident

This shit wears niggas out too hard

This shit was created for us

This shit was created to make niggas tweak

It must be something in the… the nigga blood or something

This shit… these ni-ni-niggas, ni-ni-niggas

(Verse 1: Absaloot)

Aiyyo the crooks be crooks and the sunz be sons

May the biggest man be the man with the biggest guns

To elevate my mindstate, and take the weight

Cock back two gats, it’s power moves to make

I sacrifice the lifestyle, that I’m livin

For all the real shit and drama that been givin

For years, I never faked jax with fear

Step to my missions, man to man, act my own age

One for one, go for yours, blow for blow

All out schemes to see the big doe

Yo, I sacrifice my lifestyle, man

Word up, yo, uh.

(Verse 2: Melachi The Nutcracker)

Here’s a lesson from God, show 'em how we roll hard

This life I must sacrifice with the death squad

It’s all about yo gettin mines no fuckin' doubt

And all y’all fake fuckin niggas need to break out

Word up, yo, I kill you in a battle

Deadly like a rattlesnake

But I don’t rattle

Here’s a saddle for the ride of ya life

And if you don’t know me, I think you better think twice

You better step or check for someone else

When you step in my trap, you wreck yourself

Here’s the wealth, good health and the money

You funny, like that fuckin dummy Bugs Bunny

Feel my wrath, here’s my ass in the cold draft

Cause I love to blast, and I love to crash

Everyday we do it around my way

Have no time to play, I just fade away…

I sacrifice my lifestyle

(Interlude Cuts:

Hey, you can’t change anything

Just goin' on, you know what…

Hope y’all… don’t let TV take over your minds

Le-learn and think for yourself)

(Verse 3: Absaloot)

Ain’t nothing sweet, you and death’ll meet

Fuckin with the streets, shit’s real

We know the deal so we pack steel

We be the individuals livin relentless

Packin automatic weapons and bullet proof vests

Me and my crew got to live & prove

Livin Proof- so I choose not to fake moves

I make moves and break rules if I have to

No dough, so I got the gat pointed at you

By any means I’m out for cream

And willin to do sticks, catch vicks

Because I’m on some trife shit

Yo, I sacrifice my lifestyle man, wordup

(Outro: Absaloot)

The absolute Nutcracker

The boogie-woogie body snatchas

Yea, to my nigga Deputy

Getting that paper, know what I’m sayin?

My nigga Headquarters

Smily, the Ghetto Child

Brainsick Mob, A Mob, yo, yeah, uh