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my own identity, buch respect to the
Winans and BeBe and CeCe, but we are Phase 2 gots to be me
God called us to reach a whole 'nother day and time
A lyrical knockout, showin' I got clout
My comp should just drop out
Cause none of them can see me
I leave em winan like their name was bebe or cece
I get
a candle like Mariah, I'm so fire
When I step in the club, get low!, like Flo Rider
Cause I'm a Pimp
You can tell by the limp
When I step aside
Life pours down into the neon heart (It's late at night)
Cement City is all a-spark (Yeah that's right)
The whores are loose and the dames are abroad
seat
You are what you eat
So what you eatin
Same message to your mind
Be self defeatin
Sick n tired of bein sick
And tired of bein beaten
Saw em drop it
Starling
Music and Lyrics by Reese Roper from album Anti-Meridian

Filthy bird laying in our yard,
Four chamber heart never beat so hard.
Dad said
seat
You are what you eat
So what you eatin'
Same message to your mind
Be self defeatin'
Sick 'n' tired of bein' sick
And tired of bein' beaten
beautifully articulated 

Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature 

of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it 

The styles they're
Pacquaio box 'em up
How would I know H-B-O would get a shot of us
Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us
Please don't bow in my presence 
How am
Pacquaio box 'em up
How would I know H-B-O would get a shot of us
Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us
Please don't bow in my presence 
How am
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year 
From your eye drops a tear 
I don't play that shit, I play that hit 
Your whole gangsta image is
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
for artist to make some Real bread
We will prevail and take over all facets of the music industry
All of us are over it
So we takin' over it
So cold
a Jag truck 
Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck 
Double are T with the matchin bandana 
38-snub blue steel with no hammer 
And I see all ya
Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck 
Double are T with the matchin' bandana 
Thirty eight-snub blue steel with no hammer 
And I see all ya
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
(The Divine Feminine)
Oh

Love
Love, love, love, love (sex)
Love, love, love, love (sex)
night, the open mic be invitn' me to rhyme... 
The open mic-mic-m-m-mic be invitin' me to r-rh-hyme" 
"Open mic, I bring out that box to the shit"
good, then Queens won't look good
But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good
Picture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put
sayin'?
So what you sayin'?

Puttin heads to bed, straight out the box
MC's, are jumpin' out shoes and socks
I'm not playin', understand what I'm sayin'
told you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin' with me
I done told you niggaz the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me
You niggaz must got 9 lives, 9th wonder

Put
you niggas
9 albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got 9 lives
9th wonder

Put that
F-L-E-R, sie woll'n das mein Album floppt
Und die Bullen verhaften mich, weil ich meine Feinde box
Sowas nennt man Zwickm├╝hle
Zieh das Kokain vom Tisch
F-L-E-R, sie woll'n das mein Album floppt
Und die Bullen verhaften mich, weil ich meine Feinde box
Sowas nennt man Zwickm├╝hle
Zieh das Kokain vom Tisch bis
up in flames, like weed 

Got box albums up like ki's, from the South to overseas 
N****z independent, and rowdy 
N**** check billboard, number 1
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year 
From your eye drops a tear 
I don't play that shit, I play that hit 
Your whole gangsta image is