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silence
By the factory door
Cigarettes extinguished
Staring at the floor
John Lennon's died

Radio plays
All the old songs
All the hit records
The number

the king and counting
Release dates and announcements, resented every outcome
Then they was asking "how come Nur you won't drop an album?"
I was in

to be the boss, lately I just been paying the price
You can't miss what you never had, hope I'm saying it right
Money coming in by the pound, it ain't

My Gal  is Track #5 off the album chain of Emotion by Lanie Banks
Intro
Tsey . . . . . . . .  
Fu . . . . . . . . . . .  Soni M Lanie Banks 
Hook

Simpson
Luca Brasi with your hand out, Doc Dre with my whereabouts
They waitin' for an album, me, I cannot take a fast route
Fuck what the hood like

finessed a painting and my rent paid
Fuck getting by
Got less time for getting high
These hoes ain't on hourly
These ain't allowed to be
Small circle still

My Gal  is Track #5 off the album chain of Emotion by Lanie Banks
Intro
Tsey . . . . . . . .  
Fu . . . . . . . . . . .  Soni M Lanie Banks 
Hook

to paying me
Hit em with the vibe and they invasive
Aye
22 years and I ain't ever felt this anxious 
But I know halos hang close
To angels so tell your boy

Blood Pressure

The LOX

We Are the Streets

2000

in a sticky green drop
Hop out
Let off fifty-three shots
Wouldn't care if I hit fifty-three cops
Giuliani might as well be merkin' niggas
'Cause

Infamous Minded

Big Noyd

H.N.I.C. [Clean]

2000

I'm pulling out my torch
I'm gonn hit somethin', Whatever
Slugs through your avirex leather
I close one lid
So I could aim a little better
I stop firing

the chopper and the bitch is always by my side
Down to ride 
You know ima catch a homecide
Pussy nigga try me swear to god he getting crucified 
Tears up in my

heck no
We can get it popping' like a dancer doing techno
I'm coming for jugulars, you better watch ya neck bro
This not for the album I wrote this

they won't ever hear the album
My self worth, my self guilt, it get worse, my stress built
From friends that ain't show up to the events unless there's

flow is super efficient
Your hoe is soon to be missin'
My future soon to be written, I pop like prescription
I rap like addiction
Set off to make hits

rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
 I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up

the greatness of success
I've been depressed
I live with it
Comin' back and I feel with it
What's an album? I'm done with it
Just afraid to see it fly by
Think

head out the grass, then we yanked him
Can't hit this one on the head, so we flanked him
If they don't give me respect, then I make em
Woah, that's just

I get in line with my Chakras
Fly like helicopters
A hippie understands the assignment smoke proper
Finished off the album while the homie was locked

feel
Lil Macs still wonder how a classic feel

I been moving up the ranks like an Alpha male
Albums brought me to the Bank that's without the deal
Told

make album four
Less talkin', I've been workin' more
Better me is what I'm workin' towards
Y'all judgin', but we not in court, no, we not in court
Oh

Staying focused on the mission, yeah, it's critical
Nova gang, hit them with the pivot, yeah, it's pivotal
Yeah, got my bro Zaiah on the track
Yeah, you

about time
And that is Monee
Put it on the album 'cause I'm 'bout mine
Quite a few came throwing shade
But couldn't outshine
Hella rappers that I hit

a block of parked cars, every Christmas it hit through
Her heart, cause she only had her doggie to vent to

If I could go back, I'd probably ask her to come

years in, my career's far from complete
I got hits boy, it's magic how I do it with ease
Even Nas can crown my illness as King's disease
I'm unbreakable,