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And there's no such thing as a stranger
We're all equally backwards and wrong
Sharpened axes nor wits
Bones are broken by sticks
And you never be free 'til

out here, name dropping, drop a BEN, Frank for me
Only, name that, work is, Jesus, & yeen even break Tubmans
If u, lookin, for a rider, buddy, I ain't

This where we separate
The boys from the men
I'm not Joyner
I am not Joyner
You niggas really got me fucked up
It's 'bout to get real spooky

was golden
My slogan imposing words are spoken
By rats and rodents Da kush I'm rolling
You cursed w omens the showman
Fear no man or no men ya fear

Cowboys and Indians

Cross

Shove It

1988

of rock and roll

We got preacher men who want to save your soul
Got the motorcity with the Motown beat
Get hip to the beat on the hip hop street
Stars

Some people trust in gold and silver
Some people trust in mortal men silver silver
I’ll put my hope in the creator
Cos in his hands I’m just a pen yea

Mach five
Stop by
See what I've been working on
You know the location my vocation is a work of art
Paint it
Pastels hang aloft
The fancy fireplaces

Me by ma dressing
Stay in your lane, make u nno worsen
Things adey go through 
That's so hurting
Ten toes on the grind, no resting
Yeah, that's ma

men you've ever seen have strayed
You're the only one I want to take my name
Let's get on a plane, let's get on our way
Put cell on away, don't tell em

Out of work, in at nine, out at five
On your mind all the time
Call my line, hotline, hotline, hotline
America online all night
Drink a Monster, grab

before it fell out
Doing shit that rappers'll never do
You know I'm on that
So why don't I start by telling
You what was in my contract?
Make the type

year old whore
Who didn't mind the work
But was looking for much more
When pirates invaded
Burned that village to the ground
They all ran into

users-allure

I feel smothered by this music industry
I need a breather
Guess who’s back selling that shake
Like seizure?
I was on hiatus, I ain’t stop stunting

from selling weed
Work part time for your 9-5
Now all a sudden you king pen
Y’all ain’t real made men
Ego’s get stroked 
Then somebody cross the line

opinion, my riddle
My freedom, and throw up on 'em all this bullshit
They lean on injected by needle for no reason
Studying moves like aikido
Deconstructing

(Ahahahaha, wow)

Wow, another fucking war
I am not even surprised anymore by the state of affairs
I feel like nobody cares that there are people

the world through my stare, Glock 10 baby tucked by my underwear, hopped in early look bit*h I'm still here, windows up tacked even if the whip rare, I know

the book
We got workin' men with nowhere to work — we can only pray
But every night — that's right — this town goes out to play

‘Cause it's our drinkin'

you been it just matters how you living/
Plus we put a lotta work can't describe what the feeling/
Ha re gadikile thata get the Eff outa the kitchen/
No

comedy
Ratioed by the quantity, wanna be, better than a citizen
I read the law, you're a servant to the citizens
Lower that attitude, little ones targeting

return to the same mistakes

cnd avoid another night where we're laying awake

In effect begin a step by saying the truth

cnd correct incorrect things

I'm surrounded with no where to run
By this shadows trying to kill me with doubts
I'm so tired of being pushed around I'm not backing down I'm not

Will live together with you boy (its work ?)

First you take her on your home (what)
then you anesthetize her with dope (fuck)
And then you are ready

mouth
Had to make do 
By being smart and witty
I don't rlly know about man to my left
Don't really care bout man to my right
Im my own lane cah I gotta be