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that
I come undone no shame in that

Work a lot now, don't I
Play a lot now, no time
What I got is all mine
Fill a cup it's showtime

I've had this track

And my flow so hot, cook crack, Lamar Odom

Your boy's back, so relax, the cash stacks
Tracks, attacks cats on wax, then whack rats
Okay, by now,  probably

due to weak intelligence,
You're even wrong when you say you write, Like rza's speach impediment,

Get competitive on tracks, mc's be aware,
I'll Hogtie

sight
I can hear them whisper as we pass by
It's a bad sign, bad sign
Somethin' happens when everybody finds out
See the vultures circling, dark clouds

could gone other ways
More than once I turned wrong
For me it’s okay 
I’m not the only one
Put myself back on track
I am not the one to blame 
Now when

They say that sleep is the cousin of death so I be up gotta flex shine
Me and my familia on set time bless mics thirty minute naps for us to get by

you’re rottin’
Your air is turning black
Have you forgotten
You’re still walking on the track

Throw up until your spit is running clear
Gasping for

to me

I'm tired of playing the bored games
Of playing the board games

Give me a Ticket to Ride with you when the tracks go high or low
(Settle in)

me into the flame 
Oh my god oh my god oh my god 

Runinng through my mind like nana na na na na
Lost track of the time lada da da da da 
Girl you hot

This last joint we gon' call Conversations
Original produced by DJ Pain, big up bro
So when I sat down to write this joint
I thought about all

and became a teenage
Dad with empty pockets
I gotta hit or is it floppin
First track I got it droppin
First class, bird bath
Fresh whip, and then a watch
Are

"elevate your mind," but you gotta read between lines
Makin' moves in silence, expressing through rhymes
My energy rolling, roaring on tracks like chains
Let

broke my life off in this track
It's finally apparent
That I had to go and lose my life to get it back
Now I'm whipping up freedom, is you with it?
Come

respected, Not to have my gangsta neglected
So check it before I wreck it, like I do these tracks,
Highly respected, it takes this nigga, it's like that, like

music but MISC. does it
Better
There's nowhere to run, you're tied to the tracks
Resistance is futile, so just relax
With power and volume, it's turned

to buy me a flat and keep a job
I ain't worried about tracks
Sometimes I feel we could have traded places
My luck and my mother are my saving graces
I

I, feel, gravity.
Losing, track of me.
The void, has much to see.
It's my cemetery.

Little by little, I disappear.
Fiddle with a riddle trying

on the track when I tried
But I was like, maybe I should talk about all my problems
And see if people care, maybe someone can solve 'em
But nope, I was wrong,

Nigga get back…cuz I’m toten…a strap  Like…a racecar…Imma body…the track
Who said…it’s a drought…I just got…a load off  
I Hop in..da whip…& I then…pull

Stand in light
I don't need to prove anything
Couldn't see but now I do
Gunna get on track

Gonna have a party come on
Lightin' the candles for

the Walkman up loud, feel the heat
This is raw and real, the sound smashing like a truck
Not that modern metal shit where all the tracks suck
Guys in denim

on your track bruh, learn how to barter cuz I
Told you that I make hits - fucking with my language (yeah)
You can't fake this - bitch you need some patience

I'll run the race and blow the track up
Like whatchu' doing if you're not making new funds
We could make memories girl let's have fun
If I'm losing baby

gotta keep a strap
I'm poppin' my shit with YB on the track
Ain't no nigga like me, so I gotta her comin back
Got dark vibes, nigga, I'm dressin' in all