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usually greener 
Life is usually meaner 
I'm like Ike I die for 
I'd rather be released 
Than controlled by the beast 
It's not my fault 
You're not
run that party, not the the NDP
I’m playing NPG, Prince and 10cc
They say the kids got balls by the plenty, B
Sax like Kenny G, any key
Kings like Akeem
run that party, not the the NDP
I’m playing NPG, Prince and 10cc
They say the kids got balls by the plenty, B
Sax like Kenny G, any key
Kings like Akeem
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Okay, let's begin

Compound, a substance composed
Of two or more elements
Chemically combined
In definite proportions by weight

Mixtures, two
But I'm feeling hot and bothered under the collar
I feel the sweat breaking out on my brow
I feel the heat and I know it's the passion
The love I
of a song be a reflection of a pedigree
Better than your back catalogue recipe

The legacy by which the entire world remembers me
Quote, do not edit me;
fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my momma serve free lunch from the church
I come like a thousand doves
Strikin' the belly of the seed to make it vomit
Things of beings is unseen by men
in shapes and form, never been dreamed by men
The word of God, always
and paroled for thirty talents
Court reporter catch the surface on the paper
File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible
to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin', they're down by law
They play the jams that are right, sometimes not polite
They
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my
[Chorus:]
That I'm officially going on the record
To say I'm in love with you
I'm officially everything you hope that I would be
This time I'll tell
to dude
I'm grown man business, and I am not in school
Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you
On my +J.O.+ with beats by Kan-ye yo
My name
and fake
But dog, Not to def, I'm not impressed
I'm not amused, I'm not confused, I'm not to dude
I'm grown man business, and I am not in school
Put your
Your body's my party, let's get it started, oh

Boy you should know that your love is always on my mind
I'm not gonna fight it, I want it all the time
friends
appreciate life

living in the myst of these miracles
how could I not be spiritual
and why would I edit what comes out
and what more important could
name 
Is not David Copper-Filled 
Pockets, never net a man 
Who don't hate it 
So let it be stated 
Niggas couldn't fade it with an 
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like assholes, not everybody fecal matter
So they straining to push it out, put they foot in their mouth
That's when I'm letting the Brooklyn out when
revisiting how you used to love it
A nigga spew through the music, acoustics, cool kid
Used to pursue excuses, truth is, I was truent in school
So its
cosigns for Kyle and vice verse
I'm defined by my verse, it's gross like net income
You win some, you lose some, not me son
I got more profit than the old
Priest kissed by the widow spider that spit saliva
I write for lifers and boxers at rikers
I write pain
Blue ink replaced the blood in my veins
Thug in
this war...

Take notes: real gangstas wear trench coats
Grey suits, black ties and they seek votes
And you're not to be misled
They'll kill you in your
with ya mouth biatch!)
Ha ha ha ha, baby baby!
(ha ha ya like that)
Make it ruff
(now, make it smooth)

I make niggas say 'woof' 'cause I'm in
mouth biatch
Ha ha ha ha, baby baby!
Ha hah ya like that
Make it ruff
Naw, make it smooth

I make niggas say 'woof' 'cause I'm in the coupe with no
it gets unfunny
But I'm content in the fact that they don't expect respect, sex, love, or trust from me 

When I'm hungry I can taste it
I hide in