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some rhymes
I'll stall you an album
Big baller all smiles
I'm movin I travel
No hackin no foul
You pussy you cattle

She like my dirty worm John an Kate

They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah

I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit

else

She does have a point do you feel you
Get the proper love from New York?

Hell fucking no

And I never understood that because
You ran the same

since I moved to LA
These bitches won't work but wanna get paid
I'm a rap god, bitch, come and get saved
Got so much money in the
Bank I'll pay your rent

Some Ben & Jerry's mom fought with Ares
But God damn I love strawberries
SpongeBob was the cherry on the top for me
The grand prix pour moi moi moi
Moi

carry no weight?
If my shit's trash but spreads at this rate
Then maybe it's you who has no taste
And I don't normally pray, but today I'll say
Dear God

without him that you
Never will make it home

That awful day of judgment is coming
In the by and by
We'll see our Lord descending in
The glory from on high

Obama's nation OH GOD!
And you know I rap for days!
Twice as good as favorite rapper
Half the age
While everytime I'm spittin' ya'll
Niggas is half amazed
I

Jordan’s a prick, but man’s married
U know I gotta buck up wit Icks
Cah mans gang
And Trev from Dentons sick, a man’s damaged

Joe pickin up palettes, he’s

a
Chopper your whole damn life
Plus you an Atheist who don't
Believe that God exist
You went from Allahu Akbar to a Scientologist
You a homo, so I understand

here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead

I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It

daddy's daddy rolled like a stone, denying his lead role
My daddy broke the chain
Far from perfect, close to G.O.D. though
He parented hard like Joe Jackson

through a mood swang
Flames will turn new fame into food chain, this Jordan in his flu game
I’m sick of all ya'll bull shit
My life’s a movie you’ll be sure

Dreaming

N.O.R.E.

Student of the Game

2013

away
So why are you away 9 to 5 to a day?
I will usually, lay by the basement store
Sling raw by the barber shop
Jerry's getting cut, stash my work

And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco

Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for

stoppin shit
That's just gon get a cop in here
We're competent, common sense, cause niggas
They rock this shit
From where they forever hate
You'll never get

taking that
Watch the paper stack
Can't ever take a nap
This ones for the people
Praying in the steeple
Gods bigger than the beatles
Flow sicker than

Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That

All this album is
Is introspection and self reflection
And celebration of the gifts
I recieve from the king of kings
Furthermore, these are some

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

Shits not even out and the internet exploded
From the monday club blues
To an album full of tunes
From drinking up booze
To eating magic mushrooms

Brodie call it slingshot, bounce back from all the tragic shit
Yesterday was saved by God, I know it ain't no accident
Yesterday the reason I ain't

buy the Lambo' four by four
And every God damn color it came in
But I'm good for the days that it's rainin'
And I'm the reining champ, no trainin'

And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could