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sympathy, yeah

Oh baby, oh baby, I just need your tender lovin'
To keep me sane in this burnin' oven
When my time is up be my rebirth
Like I was worth
black to tan, heavy-metal rhythm from a one man band
Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle
Whippin' adversaries with a brass belt buckle
Born in
favorite band

I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested on the radio
Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show
Make a brother feel
on the radio
Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show
Make a brother feel like I'm down at the disco
And we gonna keep it going like Crisco
Cause the DJ grab
on the radio
Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show
Make a brother feel like I'm down at the disco
And we gonna keep it going like Crisco
Cause the DJ grab
and requested on the radio 
Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show 
Make a brother feel like I'm down at the disco 
And we gonna keep it going like Crisco 
'Cuz
and requested on the radio 
Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show 
Make a brother feel like I'm down at the disco 
And we gonna keep it going like Crisco 
'Cuz
and on the cut
Stompin' out suckers like cigarette butts
Swing it, Ice - To the left? Whatever side feels best

Well it's time to get busy ?
But stay away
I'm in a state of yo
So if I go to the spliff that I passed
Mix it back with the slack from my man
With a tan sitting by the fan
In a heavy,
on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it ruff, ooh
Feels like anotha' one
Who you be? Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon
I'm a flow until my belly hurt
Pimp n**** rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt

Let it rough, ooh
Feels like anotha one
Who you be?
I see your hands clap
Ya heard it, my lips spits quick like Wordsworth
And I'm quick to do a DJ when he's walkin on my turf

"Lord Jazz.."	"He goes by
Turn up everything til you feel it in your spine
Design by a live band to get crowds moving
The rebirth of dancing lets start the movement

Yelling
on my chest so I can't get shot by cupid
Man man I'm the man the ladies can't understand 
How I can marry my grands with no wedding band or best man
of God, it never ends
And I know it feels like the whip wounds will never mend
But it's the way of makin the oppressed prevalent men
We standin with
Ha
In there, but for the grace of God, go I
It's cunning
I wonder what it means?

I rock a jam for love
I quit my band for love
I smack
fear
Turn the club into a mosh pit
Spend 20 bands, do a back flip
Girl, drop it low, shake that
My wrists rocky like A$AP
This a G mix and I laced that,
concepts, new tools, new weapons
By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future

I used to think that rappers had it figured out
Brass Monkey,
bands, so you know we finna blow it
We be faded when I'm sober, sober when I'm faded
Overscrutinized by all your counterparts there's no debating

You
to pucker 

kissing Christ at the last supper 

grabbing a brass cup of wine (Heavy Mental) 

I feel myself getting older, sitting on my sofa 

in
the power and the money
I went from the bando to the island with the money
In the room, bag it up, for four hours with the money
I go bang, bang, bang,
, to record it,
I feel that I am answering a calling
Fantastic, rhyme mechanics, like that of a blind pianist,
The keys are metallic, my fingers are magnets,
Holdin’ up holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up

My main bitch, her anklet
‘Bout the same size of a ankle monitor
If a diva late one time I’ma put her ass
'm hittin all night
To cop a cold M.D.
What up step back and get wasted
Weed in the air I can almost taste it
Take it hit it pass it to a friend
Then you mix
've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't