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Times they are a changing
Rise up and stand apart
Retribution's no solution
Start a revolution of the heart

Down by the sea of Galilee
The Son

the rubbish
With the other broken toys
Disposed by a vicious public
 
R-R-R round we go
B-B-B back on this carousel
In this land of broken toys
Clout chasing

we've come a long way (look)
Uh (REAS')

Niggas want my old shit (ooh), buy my old album (yeah)
And tell your favorite rappers, "Come see me and peep

up above
Things I'm going through are rough
That's why these raps, that I love
Let me fly, like a dove
The symbol of peace, levitating through

So please ask yourself who's the gangsta?
The real gangsta

I don’t give a rats arse or a raasclaat
Who you're spars are or where you par par
Don’t

you ten times more
Of the person you are before you got it
And all my jewels VIP drunk where it's crowded
And I can't call the bitch by her name

I'm athletic with poetics
These are alpha male alphabetics
Never touched the Rolling Stone cover but I don't sweat it

Imagine another rapper making

enough to assume it
New to the game but don't lack the skills
They say that speed kills
But so does competition
You'd be surprised how many people are

R.I.P. to that shit before 20-10, changing day in, day out, all again
Far from the former wires, some of the mental, now you're gone, like the vibes

was the empire 
This ain't no ghost story no it's not a campfire 
Clothes are soaked from the blood man I need a blow dryer 
Dragged a bitch by the hair

got dough so, I ain't upset, ayo
I do the drop on
Michael J's and the top gone
At least I got the
Butter like microwave popcorn
Stop drawing it's gon'

Too pop for the rap kids
Too rap for the pop kids
Music loud through my neighborhood all
Album cuts no top hit's
Neighbors think it's obnoxious, I'm

is the one that i sound

Call me Calus, I’m a fucking disciple
Mob of the Dead, we repeating the cycle
That line was written by Michael
I wish his real

white trash
Miss me with the bullshit, get frisbee'd right back
I know Many Men who'd hit you with Fifty by chance
A bunch of conniving cons that are

your idols
When Designer stores start knowing me as Steven Michael
Gares in this bitch and I'm preaching high notes
Family wealth forever gotta exceed

Mic check, mic check, as I reflect
Mic check, mic check, as I reflect
Mic check, mic check, as I reflect
You are who you hang around
That's why I

high like they on the fuckin’ moon
And we dancin’ like that guy, he be walkin’ on the moon
Album on the way yeah, yeah, I think its coming soon
Michael

When My Team Comes Through ft. MiAH (Prod. by Jacques Toni) lyrics -- From “My College Life Part 1: Lesson Learned” Album
MICHAEL DARIUS

got dough so, I ain't upset, ayo
I do the drop on
Michael J's and the top gone
At least I got the
Butter like microwave popcorn
Stop drawing it's gon'

the sun
And we play burning down the house 
until the cows come home

What if time's a cycle
Ridden by a man named Michael
Who is 13.8 billion years late

at this .40 in my hand (Bitch!)
These shiny ass guns are filled with 30 round hollows
And the devil saying he want my soul to borrow
I'll tell you this

on the fitted
And my city undefeated
Michael Jackson in the pussy motherfucker I just beat it
And these hoes call me conceited
Cause they wanna give me brain but

Back in nineteen ninety five...
I used to start it off like:

Yo The R is up in the building
All arms is to the ceiling
Next album imma hit

you spit but don't cap
I made another dollar just by writing this verse
I know you playing the blame game, I'm bringing my name fame, you lame
'Cause