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by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back

Almost There

Killah Priest

Heavy Mental

1998

York  my third eye glides with the view like a hawk 

Defined  my mind is automatic  rhymes are tragic 

Fount in the attic  lost you in Asia  Minor

Staying up, up to late 
Saying we won’t ever wait 
for the moment to pass us all by 
Living while dumb are reckless 
I’m wishing days were endless

at the end of the day
I'm making this music, and you go repeat it
You like it, it goes on replay

This ain't no free ride, there are no hand outs
This is not

Brooklyn
Home of the Stuy
Bullets reloading and the homies get fly
Any day get slumped wit a k
Get money that’s the Brooklyn way
I keep it G all the way

Knowledge has no relief
People striving after wind
A vapor in the wind
They come naked in the world just like their end
People's eyes are not content
With

being ignored and pushed
Around by the label

They then sent us all to Orlando
To rehearse and write eight
Hours a day for our first
Record half -way

a poem throughout the days
Yeah yeah I find peace when my thoughts are complete
Face down cuz I'm giving god the praise
Yeah he gave me everything I need

the question
No, your mouth is the tool by which
You are answering the question

Obviously, Santa Claus exists
The disguised Santa Clauses are
The tool by which

Yo I get more props than a movie studio
My rhymes are gore soaked like a film by Lucio
I'll fuck a bitch with an empty gun then shoot her with her

hard these days, boy
Ooh
I be going so hard these days, boy
This ain't even on the album, boy
I be giving y'all free music, boy
These are album

can’t be saved by Chuck Norris
Lock you up into my storage I don’t care if that sounds morbid
You’re so gorgeous I’m finally into orbit these forces are

Eternal, Union by referral 
Lights, glamour they know though
Fade out, these are those fascade goals
On Auto, Focused on tomorrow, playing with time 
That is

Separate ways we're planning out our days
Day by day we tryna make through the maze
Lasting bruises on our faces now slowly go away
Slowly go away
Separate

and it go to vapor 
Tsbb note worthy I'll catch you later 
Slicing shit up with a light saber 

Our dads are assholes we have it all the same
But mines

Caucasian, iPhone, purple weed, r­edbone
Hood rich, pimp shit, fas­t money
No slip
Hemp paper, Bob Marley, raw­ filters
For the tip take this bag it

drowned by your flavor
Right before to feel your vapor
Oh god, my will seems to evaporate
I'm not looking for a trend
But when I look at you I feel like I

The vapors fill your lungs
As I'm stuck grounded by a metaphor
This quiver reins the literal ones
Let's see how well you breathe six feet under
We were never

I'm the Norman Bates of rap with a stormy vapor
Fueled by a core of anger, moving with poor behavior
Is this all I have to show for the game?
Or can I

Two broke locs and a DJ
pass on that whack shit faster than freeways
fort collins flagship back in the day
my man Oscify got something to say

uh,

Good vibes only
I don't no negativity around me
A yo today was a good day got me feel like Ice Cube
It's the first of the month like Bone I'm in

by sand
Stab you with my spines, that's the most I get for fun
Good luck finding water in the desert because there is none
Every day is scary because

on it day and night
I’m on it day and night
Like day and night
Like day and night
Me and you are day and night, right
Like apples and oranges, listen
You

take long
Fuck a whole album I just rapped one
In one take on a song
Impeccable, you niggas are copies identicals
If you suck dick just to get
Signed no