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off when I'm working
Man, I ain't even have to concentrate to
Get this 8 off like a German
That's light work
I can rap last or rhyme first
Pick ya

I'm mobbing with the goons
Have to knock you off your high horse, with your silver spoons
Been ill since I was watching animated cartoons
A supernova

worth
Just shut the fuck up
I like to imagine the peace of mind
I'd have with you not by my side
I'm glad you're just one of a kind
Cuz I could never get

praying to God, to save our souls,
by the Vatican, but are we giving em homes
Cause the Catholic Capitol, is made of gold.
You get what I’m saying, holmes

Bastard

Tyler, the Creator

Bastard

2009

This meeting just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent
That I got love for my mother, none of you other

brick by brick built a better home
And I know my future rich so I'm feeling calm
Every time I make music all I feel is bliss
Jealous niggas tryna diss,

call bros
It's my landmines any wrong step your ass goes boom
I never had those handouts It was that bad
I never grew with a silver spoon none a golden

amazing how I rap by the book
When I'm working my magic that shit detach from the hook
With all the passion I took I made Realeyes by the summer
Now about

In the Ways of the Scales

X Clan

To the East, Blackwards

1990

Music for creators to give no slacks
So I stepped from the board to keep my eyes on black
Now my religion is reality come take a drink from the great

So many topics I could touch up on in this project
I don’t know where to start so ill just start with what im lost in
I have so many questions

and blast
And make the party live
I'm in the unusual, crucial life so nigga
Pay attention when I come thru
For you and ya crew
It's just a man and his music
I

growth
They break bread by the slice
I'm distributing the loaf
Swear I'd rather share the wealth
They want me to share they post
How the wanna split

nobody else listed
Don't get caught up how I was brought up
A grave of me you'll never visit
I just mind my business, occupied by slavery

The music's my

than bitches
None of my business
I'm with my brothers plotting on riches
I'm in the Guinness for time spent fucking ya hoe
It's just for show
Wouldn't

ITS FINAL DOOM...

HERE I GO...TOWARDS MY MISSION....MY DESTINY....MY LIFE....
RIDING MY HORSE....WRAPPED IN GREY....FOLLOWED BY MY SILVER HAWK...

LIKE

with the hat
I pack a gat but pray I don't gotta use it
You'd think these bars are just music, to me this shit's therapeutic
That means I do this shit

it smelled musty
When I held the gold plated mouthpiece to my face
I played a note and the tone that came out when I'd blow
Was a bit pinched but deep

Roll out of bed in the mornin'
And by mornin, I mean closer to noon
I'd have my tea in a chalice
Stir it up with a silver spoon
I'd lounge around

the way to bright light
Such venom and silver and gold
Whatever you spare it will eat

Make no haste while the sun shines
Turn the light off inside

by my favorite of the greatest
I'm the wisest of them all and still just a broke rapper
Who must go after these dreams I have to capture
Starving

So many way for us to spread love
This isn’t a phase I really need some
My people have strayed and now we get none
But there’s a million ways for us

is silver
Her mind is golden
Take me back to her land

Well don't scratch me from the line up
Else I know I will wind up
On the losing end

Because a lot of folks under this stand miss the mood
Who said a Fox cannot have a tale to tell
Catch him if you can, just don't grab him by the tail

Ever

Book a flight, be there tonight
I’ll let you know soon as I land
Cuz I care for you...
No matter what, know I’ll be there for you
That other nigga fall