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Well it sounds like you wanna die
So what's your plan to get to bliss?"

"I'm gonna get in my car and observe the fact
That with steal walls my mind can

If you don't got time we could make time
I know a lil' spot by the wayside
Take you to the mall put you in a lil' dress to be honest I ain't fuckin'

SHINE
HARD COMING UP THE MOUNTAIN BUT IT’S EASY ON THE WAY GOING DOWN
NOW THEY WANT TO SEE ME IN THE THEY CITY IN THEY BAY IN THEY TOWN
ASKING WHO BE WITH

drop it in a day or two 
We aren’t different I’m just a better set of molecules 

The frequencies I’m giving enough to light a city up 
And frequently

on the speaker

You left me seeing stars
I trace a sky of scars
Just a face so pretty, in a city
Drowned out by the sound of my heart

I miss my song
I feel it in

cause I paid the price
You gotta roll the dice if you want a slice
Once in a lifetime, that's when you come across my kind
Still in the city, playing hard

shit by the pound
Now I'm the shit my old crew in the studio trying copy my sound
I built this shit from the ground up
If you ain't day one then do not

Old man says I sound angry
They find me in the attic face deep
Why shouldn't I be
You don't know me
Why don't you tune into some drug rap
Before you

the trash
Fee I just pile in the cash
Got them by a mile and a half
Went first round in the draft
Got to keep my mind on the craft
Got to stay focused
Negus

way back when we gave it To them Jewish boys
They wanted the sound but they Didn't to hear the noise
You gotta be live in the flesh in East Oakland

stay
Out in 西宮 but only for the day
Watching out for 手裏剣 and stray 刀 blades
Hidden scrolls locked in my mind until I say
Type a knowledge pull the blade

Don't be the talk of the town
Shh
Muffle the sound
English money by the pound
Never could keep me around
Bird niggas get a round
Gotta bad bitch and she

with my people to free the mind
Might remember me if you read in between the lines
Find a better beat & just beat it up every time
Uncle Iroh energy, I

of eponymousness
While in a landslide even further from anonymous bliss
Since all you seem to know is a 7 by 3
Blue light display rectangular version of me
I hope

homie
You wanna get out of Chicago you gotta go make that sound homie
We are truly gifted by the angles the spirits who guide us through this universe

Feel the caress of the night,
Listen to the sullen silence,
Before each day of torture,
Girded by a unfair existence,
In which living kings delight,

now 
It makes me sick i need to show out
Hear my lyrics being sang by the whole crowd
And leave a impact on the city when they bite my whole sound 

I

you finesse
I'm from a city where the youngins
Be influenced by the streets
Skipping school, fuck truancy
Since a youngin' they been
In some places that

lacking without my peace of mind on me
Call me earl
Trapped in a hoodie
While the raps coming to me
Miller
High Life
Mac, watch a movie with the sound off

what we bout
Aye
When Im slide I don't really wanna talk
In my mind Im big like hawk
I been riding all alone on the North
Two glocks, both nines trynna

Only see her eyes not the road
Looking at her eyes as we go
I was speaking closely I don't see no snakes around
Passing by the city , and were

We’re disturbing

Burning away 

Your burden 

Went to

Mount Sinai 

For the sermon 

Sicker in person 



For certain

That’s how the purpose 

Was

She's staring out the window
watching gusts of wind
reflections in the window
of what she could have been
she hears the sound of the city breathing

special way of seeing things

And its not like it sucks
Living small in this city
Got my dogs in my pack
Packing bags getting money

But i feel like you