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Tragedy Khadafi Ft. Imam T.H.U.G. - True Confessions (Music Video)

This is a Fan Made Music Video for the Tragedy Khadafi Song: True Confessions (feat. Imam T.H.U.G.) Percy Lee Chapman (born August 13, 1971), known by his stage name Tragedy Khadafi (formerly Intelligent Hoodlum), is an American rapper and record producer. Chapman hails from the Queensbridge Housing Projects in Queens, New York City, and helped spawn other hip hop artists such as Mobb Deep, Capone-N-Noreaga, Nas.Chapman was then made a junior member of the Juice Crew alongside artists such as Big Daddy Kane, Kool G Rap, and MC Shan. He is documented to be the first to use the phrase "illmatic" in 1988 on a record called "The Rebel", from the Marley Marl album In Control, Volume 1, which was an inspiration and influence on fellow New York rapper Nas. Lyrics: [Intro: Iron Sheiks] Yeah... it's all I've been waiting for, shit What? What? What? What? -Yeah, check it, right here right now You know I'm sayin'? Imam Thug, what? Wha-wha-wha-wha-what- [Verse 1: Imam] Imam Thug, 2-5-2 across the planet Khadafi got shit, might gon' tell it in yo' merit Told me everything that you said, dirty bastard Sat back laughin', can't believe these niggas askin' Still listenin', got the pot for 'em to piss in Secluded mission, on admissable conviction To offer scalp stashin' on my couch, it won't surprise me Petty cash kids stash, drop Maserati hash Blaze it up little man for past Freddie Krueger tragedy, twenty year capacity Hold dat up on your shoulders, million dollar boulders What nigga? -Gettin' down for my weed-holders Title be 2-5-2, exclude you, come together like dimepieces on Rocka jewels [Verse 2: Tragedy] Yo, exotically I hold Gats, melodically bust raps Part of me lusts for AC's with the wings in the back Besides that I overthrow the Jakes just to free blacks Clappin' CO's, bustin' PO's in they kneecaps Love Allah most, like a child playin' his moms close Or a newborn thug holdin' the chrome toast In a duplex sunset, callin' a Fatiha When I have sex, ma, it's like the Mardi Gras Illumini - visualize I Selassie I Thuggin' til the day I die, swervin' in the Third Eye [Hook/Vocal sample] This world is foul, and we get high, this why we steady drinkin' Locked in the beast, I’m in the cell and anxious, got me thinkin' Who needs to go to work, I'd rather hustle for my dolla Niggas is starvin' in these streets And I just wanna holler I'm a thug and I just don't wanna stop I'm a thug and I just don't wanna stop Shit is too much, shit is too much [Verse 3: Tragedy] Yo, peep the paradoxical hydroponical rap style Like botanical - animal thugs in exile Grey smoke from a cop's Glock, five gunshots Chalk circles all on the block, that's where my body dropped Shaking like a pregnant coke-head I'm up for two nights, sweating like Peruvian cats pullin' a jewel heist Battle of the beasts, defeatin' niggas for five nights I'm too nice, like a Christian fed with true lies The embassy-type of rap cat, pushin' a black Ac Aristocrat Third World stat guerilla diplomat I'm deep like a Socrates, foul like atrocities My degrees date to B.C.'s, twelve dynasties A member of the Last Supper, original disciple A archangel like Michael, holdin' a rifle So what the fuck you're tryna tell me like Dru Hill? My neck gross is four mil', nigga it's all real I'm clear like the waters in the Blue Nile, it's too foul Got to drop on you, dunny, what you gonna do now? Support the Content via Cash App or Paypal: https://cash.app/$Sykopatheist https://www.paypal.me/SYKOPATH