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association, story of my life
If I had a fucking dime for every time I’ve been the runt, I’d have a
Dollar ninety-six, but it’s a new millennium,
And this time

enough to assume it
New to the game but don't lack the skills
They say that speed kills
But so does competition
You'd be surprised how many people are

all of you get Salamanca’d
And it Yatahey comprende’ que pasa
A payaso do it for la raza
Picasso painting all the pictures in the pain
Take

Ever So Clear

Bushwick Bill

Planet Groove: The Shaun Ryder Session

2001

an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know

(I get to clock in)
I get to to work I get to clock in, new album, I'm trying to drop it
In my division you be lacking, ain't putting up with

the new reference
I'm tryna reconcile my soul faith and new hope
I'd never sell my soul i'm the new goat
Greatest of better spitting a message in my own

My Life

Manafest

Epiphany

2005

on yo, use gonna make it
Your spirit can't be broken, soul not taken
Praying in the power of the tongue for my friends
New Testament Jesus Christ let him

how we live 

Here we are 
The final track before the album 
Who'd a thought that the basis would be the outcome 
Strive be like pop 
Pullin bars outta

these prawns bin enjoyin
Ya my french canadians way up there north east past here in ON
To the down south ones to man migrated
My bayouns finna new

this far
They told me they was fam but did me like Uncle Scar
Looking at wolves and sheep and couldn't tell them apart
Isolated by the world, cast out

I'm rapping this song to give you all the news
Album dropping dropping dropping, it's gonna be lit
Subscribers are popping cause we're about to make

2 steps for them to catch up
They gonna have to buy new legs
I'm real deal y'all just bootleg
I'd rather have the blue strips before the blue check

the booth, can't help the truth
They'd fall down and be crippled they try walk in my shoes
Any rapper try dissing next day they on the news
All my albums do

Everything you people do it ain't new to me
Still I'm showing off this talent only few can see
I'm heaven sent, but you're the one who needs a eulogy
Sent from

Momma where is father
Take a sip of this in holy water
Now
If I could change the world I bring back Pac!
But first
I'd bring back the homie momma
And that

clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with

a shitty-ass stock tip
New album comin out the workshop, kid
Mary Christmas to the homies and the blockheads
And the blockheads
Especially them

Back at 13 I can recall
Being young and dumb wasn't our fault
Time really flying right by
I remember back in middle school bumping Logic's old songs

your career and leave you drowned
Congrats on the 10k albums sold
How many did you sell yourself
You sold out for a quick buck chuck
But it won't last

existing and you go and listen
And as time goes by and I keep evolving
Coming up with new albums and fighting
So I’m hoping you will be here longing
For

mistreated, it's especially vile
This a new degree of profound
When I make another album, I be makin a sound
Like a new speaker, yeah, how it finna surround
How

of the vision
And I'm, uh, I'm mentally in a prison
I'm a man on a mission
Until I'm out of commission
God my mama be trippin' thought
I'd be bringing in children

drop a new album by the end of the week
I ain’t slept for three days and i’m startin to tweak 

Verse:
Like yeah
Upgrade from a dorm room to a condo

Tried to hit me with no contact but we still know you a bitch
Swear to God this bitch is broke, she gets her drugs by flashing tits
They see me step out