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Pray

Fluent

Underground Famous

2004

Expressly demanding lyrical wildfire fanning
Senses so acute distinguished through objects and portals
Simpletons who are untrained we call identical

the Universe work
And Love never meant to be perfect
From slaves to the masters, I
Seen people slave for they Masters, why
'Cause we earning a degree to be in

to the third degree
So watch what you sayin', how you speakin' to me
I was a groovy mother-funker by the age of three
Waitin' for the mother ship to shine

time I call u up
Every time I call u up we meet
When our minds be in the cloud
When our minds be in the clouds I'm complete
Complete
Complete
See u by my

burned by the lighter

You don't know the half, cause soul crash my cipher



[Verse 2]

Superstar I jaw the first, we rush last and touch pie

The proof

change the matter
Rather talk about politicians still getting fatter
And some of this guys are actually your fathers
By sending you to school and doing

slaughter beats, it's premeditated
Got my first degree 'cuz I'm dedicated
2nd to no one, skills are incubated
Give birth to tracks like I gestated
Don't mess

The ones that last are the ones who are patient. 
Most y'all see a deal, wouldn't hesitate to make it.
This is who I am, I don't know how to fake it.

triple digits off a beat, they like, "Damn, who is he?"
Quick as you can blink, I had 'em burnin' you like third degree
Wake up, get some money, sleep

A never ending effort to satisfy your needs
Crawling in the pit by yourself
Empty are your words as you reap what you sow

This is your symphony
I will

Pagans

Bugzy Malone

Walk with Me

2015

don't shot no more
And I'm coming from a world that's got no law
So if we've got problems, lock your door
How are you and I friends if we don't talk?

8th Samurai

Murs

F' Real

1997

M.U.R.S a nigga known to rip a microphone
Leave you enthrasted in the zone 
Much to advanced to clone
Master of this urban rhyme science
Combined my

fuck with them heavy cause' they some true believers 
Dropped out of school cause fuck a degree
I need 30 million by the time I'm 33
And that's facts,

we are present
And I just wanna feel your presence 
It's about to get real so buckle up baby 

Your vibe is calling me
Your vibez is wanting me 
Your

way that I deal the cards
In the foreign Im whipping it
Whipping it like my pyrex
Look at us we're so binding
Blinded by the diamonds
Big wap on my

i'm healthy
I'll make a fortune off this shit but I don't need no degree
Passionate but my narcissism gets the best of me
You think i'm cocky honestly

to poop

When I'm tryna take a break from my everyday
Gettin fucked by life in every way
When it's tryna push me down I try to stay
I figure out a way

baby?
Are you satisfied?

Out of mind
That's alright
On a grind
That's alright
Cash a cheque, catch a flight, out of sight
That's alright
She a dyke?

nerves begin tingling, your heart beats
are reaching for life's meaning while arteries rush
a flood of blood through the right course
giving you life

Years of wasted promises
And we have nothing tangible left to show

Loosening this death-grip
On all the needs and fears I hide
My last chance for

scam
Getting my toes crushed by a rental van
Then if I sued the driver and the rental guy's
Enterprise or whatever, I bet they would settle nice

we not verbal
Man are just actors, like urkel
She get dizzy from the stars on the ceiling
Man a bad man i don't got no feelings
Just beat it, then

cat, each promising savings and deals. I feel done dirty by a net 30, but this is going legit, and not a clear sign corporations are people is clearly

Listen to my last verse

When I'm in the zone just let me be
Do it myself that's my decree
Always go out by a high degree
Tell my evil side don't