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in the world by a single twist of hate
It's all over now
You're headed for the atmosphere

Pick up the blessings
Meet the new sky
Supposed
all a
Sick joke on
The middle class

Keep on pushing, pushing, pushing
Keep your head down and your number
Your numbers up
I swear on my
back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome

This is the Carter y'all
obvious
By taking command
And the package states
There's no such thing as destiny
Pick the flavor you want
The hanger-on will emulate it to a T
Becoming
religion, why these babies can't eat?
And if the middle class is gone, how can America see?
How can America breathe?
When the oxygen is gone from
your CITY, with your whole damn COMMITTEE 
Your butt-ass rhymes are all SHITTY 
So don't riff cause I'm in a class by myself 
Make like a ventriloquist,
Have you ever in your life experienced a day 
Where nothing at all seems to go your way 
No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut 
You
Have you ever in your life experienced a day 
Where nothing at all seems to go your way 
No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut 
You
Yeah, this one's dedicated, to my grandmother, and your grandmother
It's all love, let's not forget who raised us, word up

Big Mama, my
your roster?
I pull up in that new new, marinara and pasta

Shake my head yo I'm mad, ain't a bitch in my zone
In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so
tell the truth and then we never slip no lies in
No curls (no braids) peasy-head and still get paid
Jam master cut the record up and down and cross-fade
the booty's gettin' slapped up

I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip
votes are then tallied
Beneath the breathy crackle of a freshly turned off cop car
By alert middle class worms hid in the heads of ford model mailmen
hard to keep
My head straight
It's like trying to go up but held down by deadweight
Walk on land, stay interesting
Nine albums dropped and I can't
dirty-ass ho.
Yeah. Stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers - 
magnum I hope. This is Phazon Love and uhh, I love hoes.
I just don't pay
the past days by
Bypassing the lies and the bullshit
Get up off the mic, and save it for the ??bull hit??

It's the blue school, class is in session
Ask
America and pick flavor panties
The man no type of woman avoids
Grab a microphone, blow it up like steroids
Enticin like lingerie
Had to lay Connie May
up your heart and See 
Open your heart and See 
Lift up your voice and Sing...

I want to be somebody 
I want to make a difference,
For we all
your lips, after class
We both had history after math
Passive notes teacher askin for em I read em out loud to the class like a poem or a rap
Say it
with by big toe tap
Head gonna bop back and forth like that
And if you like what you here you can meet me out back..out back

Chorus
With my raincoat on,
turbulent, who salute the worker ant?
Duke up to the firmament, overthrow the vapors
With a fail-safe method composed by your nosy neighbors
Like this
to it.
(And now!)
So let the games begin, you either turn with the world or you watch it spin.
If your dreams were stolen by a liar,
Then steal it back
heads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up
Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up
Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy
The middle
the middle, feeling like there ain't no way out
And it hurts you more than just a little, got you head all full of doubts
I'll be your shelter from the rain,
Give me all the chicken heads from Pasadena to Medina
Bet Big get in between ya
Then pick the prognosis, doses
Blends and Bends like Twizzlers