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four at the same time
Two brains for the same mind
Few may imitate mine

I take time to take time
And stay silent like I’m Miles Davis in ‘69
To stay

even off by a hair
I say let's do it yeah let's do it yeah, dude you know i'm with it
I'm off the dome straight when i'm spitting
I'm all straight gold

of Miles Davis, in this generation
Penetrating your ears with something kind of new
PTW released, the competition felt Kind of Blue

See these niggas not

salt from the facetious
And this ain't nothing easy
I worked for it, I slaved
I broke for it
My cave is decorated and co-signed by Miles Davis
Child's

from the sherm with some Miles Davis
In timberlands prior to living thru wild phases
Confessional more like therapy to the decimal
Man I'd be lying if my

Baby, what you got going on? Hit me by the daylight, now it's dawn. I can't even think straight, baby, I'm gone. Fuckin' with me, little ho, no,

Some days are kind of blue like Miles Davis
Trying to portray what I feel through these phrases
Freedom is a must while they try to enslave us

Elvis Killed Kennedy

Vanilla Ice

Hot Sex

2003

cause you mad outta order 
Beyond categories, another East side story Uh 
That's three thousand miles ago 
Cause cats are shook by past crooks 
Doin'

word for word with Cuban Linx
And I became Miles Davis meets whoever styled Rae
And I decoded how they gave it
You know it from the moment that you

make a real love theme song
I met you back in school
Downplay shit, try to keep things cool
Remember saying I'm finna make you mine
Never woulda

Battlesong

Deltron 3030

Deltron 3030

2000

rudimentary technical abilities couldn't kill me
Knocked me for a loop, but I could still breathe
He had the crowd going by appearance
Here comes

chilling for a while
Til' they take out your child, over ten miles per hour
Routine by the book, eighteen white, mistook
Thirteen black, he crook, blue bitch

only write my words
And I'm singin' it, to me wingin'
It's for the birds i often get asked to by
Non rappin' band nerds
STD is the abbreviation for

Yeah
Imagine
Yeah Imagine
Yeah, imagine
Uh Yeah imagine
Yeah, Imagine
Yo, look


I done been on that James Bond, on that Farrakhan,
On that Miles

Fucked a hoe so good yeah she came back for the dick twice
By the way I'm a munch where's Ice Spice
Feel like Tank Davis hit that hoe with a left hook

the blink of an eye 
(And it feels so fine)
Now your touch
Is a Miles Davis bop
(Well you know, sugar, some like it hot)
No more trying
To be someone I'm not

at nine, shake a bag by ten
I don't even waste time tryin' to break it down, I don't got no scale
Free bro, why he sittin' fightin' for a bond, I'm tryin'

some real cool, obscure artist
That's what the art dealer said
And you listen to Miles Davis
Like you feel a god damn thing
Oh but, honey, you and I both

Chef Killa
A hundred miles and running, catch your breath, pace yourself
Ain't tripping over petty shit, my shoes lace they self
We grinding baby
We

Puffy & Mase
Juelz & Cam
Miles Davis and Sam
They slept on us like a futon
Now we all over the green like a crouton
Smelling my own shit 
Head bigger than

and grandmas goddamit I done got weed from aunties
I’m high like High high, (ha ha)
Like Davis make this life a breeze
I am a mile high like the land

And Miles Davis I'm guessing

Jimi Hendrix, Bobby Seale, Cornel West, and Sean King
But what about Octavia Butler, Sidiya Hartman, Erica Edwards, and Hazel

u wit emm
I be sliding by myself I ain't never been a worker
Viola Davis on the plot tryna get away wit murder
I'm a one man army but u know it ain't