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Obama
Or like Nina Simone
I'm comin' home again like Kanye should've

Uh, I don't know, hahahaha
Uh, is this gonna be
A whole freestyle mixtape? That's

switches up the taste

Damn, I'm feeling good tonight
Like a 1997 Tiger Woods tonight
Nina Simone and Lauryn Hill, how we doing tonight
And Merkocet,

"That's why I'm not gonna put it in the hands of fate"

Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got time to wait
Not gon' put it in the hands

"That's why I'm not gonna put it in the hands of fate"

Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got time to wait
Not gon' put it in the hands

recreational that's like a dream come true
At the marina gettin' stoned to some Nina Simone
Shorty never heard them vibes until I put her on
Smoke two more

up
They can't stop your shine
I would tell you go to the streets
But the streets ain't got no love in mind
Can't see u carried by 6
It would break my

high, I'm like hol' up
My low rider my slooow
If I switch up the flow
Shawty might Nina Simone
She say she feelin' good
Got the kitty on go
I'm a young,

Okay, she was from the motherland
Skin made of bronze and she want a man
She tried to take my heart, I put my guard up and man
She got a hold of it,

Life's a bitch and then you die
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some

I'm working a nine to five just to survive
Barely staying alive
Hard to stay focused

well fegetta mi (Ayee)
Becaw mi can't be your Louis sweater ina cold weather Nina
I got mi own cheddar Nina/ I got mi whole set lock Nina
I got my wife

Since I was born I lived around drug dealers actually
Eastside ville nigga you ain't got to ask me
When that fire come out he start running like

first Nina, nigga, ain't no turnin' back (yeah)
Units in the 'partment got it smellin' like the pack (yeah)
Four and a baby, shit, I might just need

to applaud your resilience (you the shit, baby)

I know that life ain't always treatin' you right (I know life ain't fair)
I know you tired, always puttin'

Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token
Ain't got no God

What have I got? Why am I alive anyway?
Yeah, what have I got? Nobody can take away

I got my

shoulder (What?)
Nina caught a body
Sex trafficking, I sold her
Nigga, you ain't got no bodies
I guess you a loner
Swipe my bitch extensions, hey
Your bitch

Davis, on that Sarah Vaughan
On that Marlon Brando, but I got hands of Stone
I love chicks with soul, Nina Simones
Spiritual with some Hustle boy  Audre

I keep my own flow
I be stuck in on go
Shorty a dime piece
But love on my gold
Lovely like poison
Simone got her throne
Keep my third eye open
That

Got a pretty girl from the country
Playboi in your city
Taught her ain't no lunch free
I stack hunnids, twennies, and fifties
If I'm getting my hands

a maze that our sight see effected by rubish that we created, the disdain embedded inside beloved, yet we show it on our sleeves no denying it, got it face

Breathe

Tech N9ne

Anghellic [2003]

2001

and guns
Breathe
Spray guns, life results with you often times

[Tech N9ne]
Just sprayed by the Tech N9ne hand gun
Now I'm on the outrun
Flowin up

and swangin, and my diamond
Gonna shine in my mouth
I'm from the South, what ya talkin bout
The haters rollin up so I got my Glock cocked
I ain't no ho, letten

and swangin, and my diamond
Gonna shine in my mouth
I'm from the South, what ya talkin bout
The haters rollin up so I got my Glock cocked
I ain't no ho, letten

like a nigga when he got a deal
Dying, always on my mind for real
Empire, always what I want to build

These niggas ain't about that life
Ain't bout that

Hi Tech red got me noddin'
Real Rx, I empty the bottle
How the fuck TI ain't do no jail time?
He got caught with Saddam Hussein firearms
The head