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Push-ups, prayer, sleep another day gone!

Jailhouse Rap

Read fan mail got some
Nice pictures today and
Marisa sent me some Marc
Jacobs

When the lights go out and there's no one left to turn to (To turn to)
I need you

The name's O.T.M.
Bout to beat these niggas again
Like Mario

Shoe box full of money I cashed in
On reality cause I got my bag in (whoa)
Shit changed not it ain't the same as back then (no)
It ain't the same

to yourself
Talk to your god
Keep doing what you doing
It's will just be a matter of time

It was all Dreams and Reality
O na ye'n da bi o na Galilee
My own

causing chaos
Hit by Knuckles, don't try play us
Need no Amy, need no lady yh
I'm moving crazy
Had a round peach, but I won't Mario
Wants to be wifey know

with the money I'm taxing
Like a machine no lies straight faxing
Your life is a lie Straight acting
Stack up my coins You can call me Lil Mario
Flex

You've got all the stars in Super Mario
So why are you still playing? Your scenario is bland
Take me by the hand
I want to stay home
Tell me bout your

Chris
And Chris went out in the woods and now he's amiss
Cuz William Birkin made the g virus
Turning reality into Exodus
Help comes along from a chick

to get away from all the chaos here
Before I jump in the void and I'm consumed by fear
Holding on to what I hold dear
The demon in my head's awake and its

Pixies all around you and you think you're the one?
Your body starting humping about the days you' re jumping around like
Super Mario comeback from

The trip is over, I think
I don't know
This acid got me decaying from reality, though (Yeah, yeah)
Only time I’m in peace
Headless boy always horsing

the strange,

But I’m always on the move got my car pickin up the pace, 

To body like every stage ain't no stoppin me anyday.


My lady be the peach to my mario

everyday so I could get by
Everyday felt cold, can it get warmer in July
Asking for help and I ain't get replies
No one to answer now what does that imply?

Listen guys
We need a new song by tomorrow
I just produced this really fire beat
And we're just gonna spit over it
Spit?
What do you mean spit?
Yeah,

supposedly throwin' stones at them birds
But Mario Judah even got questioned by Druski
What's the problem when I wanna call my homie the word

like Mario

No games played when I’m called to duty
Shouldn’t be surprised if you are you never knew me
They say they allies but they never coulda fooled

Refugees on the Mic

Fugees

Blunted on Reality

1994

crack, crack
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
'Cause this, some the cemetery's, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in

What am I? what if I killed a guy,
Took his spine out his eye, and I hide it?
By a tree or inside it, would you cry when you find it?
That's kind

Rappers delight it Just so happens I’m white
I studied rap since age eight I faced harsh reality’s
hte lack of commonalities because of my race
8 mile had

attention, never been bought by cash
Talk about stacks on a track then I can hold a plaque? 
This is not my dream brother, this is not my kind of rap
Rather

a hollow
Heavy metal on your mental when
You let it all go
A stream of tears on my navy blue hoodie all
Flow like the ish that gets the boat by
I know I'm

See the telegram goin' crazy
I tell the 'Gram I'm goin' crazy
Cause even in reality
Complaining shit don't bother me
We see the telegram goin' crazy

I rap for those
Who don't feel their voice is heard
Those who believe their reality is blured
Those... society makes nerds
Those who know how broken

hard se krampe
Kyki I don't like it all, all I see is reality in front of me
Lewe het verander en ek kyk nae al my boetiez al die kwaad is vir by
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