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light beam if ya sneeze wrong
Make ya family sing songs
If I showed up would that be wrong?
Fuck it I’m a monster I’m disgusting I’m the topic

into thin air

When I asked for the bill, I’ve been there

And I know the drill, so

Just let me take over tonight…so right

And I won’t let you down no

This some shit you gotta spark up to
Some chill cool shit
Sound like it's made by The clchemist or something
cight but listen listen

This song ain't

since ADHD
All about a dollar, bitch, I'm all about a dream
So I'm gon' grind harder, gon' get it by any means
Apply pressure, make steam, know that it's

“I'm No Hank Williams” by Corey Smith from the CD “Hard-Headed Fool”

I got a foot in the door, and one in the rain
I'm standing on the threshold

Well it's Shell-B back again y'all 
cnd I got a lil story I wanna share wit ya, a song we recorded called Sleeping With The Enemy.
It's a story about

of Darth Vader's light saber
And the song that they played on Neighbours
When Scott and Charlene
Entered matrimony
I know Blinky Bill is a koala
And that

picking the plot
It's extra hot
I punch the dot
Rock to the detective
Come and inspect
The squad

[Akil]
I know they're not hot, and singing this shot
With

ain't just talking let me pay your bills
I ain't been loved in so long, yeah
That I forget how it truly feels, yeah yeah
I know that you're genuine
Some

holiday
Are you mad in this economy
But you worked so hard
And not once did you get on to me
And say I know this is your dream
But it might not work out

know my songs, but in the meantime I'm crunching numbers
Punching fun at all the broken dreams I'm fueling
Yet I'm cooling with the thought that Imma

If there really is a big
Fluffy Jesus in the clouds
Let him know right now that
I take it all back
If there really is a muscular, cackling
Red Devil

music, hmm, I'm a be a star
One day, when I hits charts, we can be together
Until then we're friends, relax chill, talk about strippers paying my bills

The things that i say that i write and i punch in
Releasing it all to be judged by the public
Yall make me the one and just know that Im touching some lugging

past
Tryna pick up on this cash
Kuz the time is moving fast
I don't know if it's gone last
On the run On the run
Running to the money like a junkie

hunt you down
She just wanna know me cuz her boyfriend
Always play my songs
Got a bad bitch on a pill
She keep asking me to bust inside her
And I beat

Touching all this legal money
Lookin' like I'm scammin' tho
Nobody ever touched my pen
I write the songs like Manilow
Many many long nights
Now I got

you home
Rolling up T-shirt
And no panties on
Bills paid up I make my money
Through the phone
Home studio for when I want
To write a song
Do not disturb

And though the rap world is ever crowded
If heaven allows it
I'll keep writing for the seven thousand
I know you're out there, I still get the emails

Black Man song
I knew I was different all a long
Man, God gave me a purpose, even though I'm always workin
I know I'm severely underpaid, but I still keep

a mean cat
Shawty like goddamn you got a mean gat
By the look on her face I know she mean that
Every time she hear this song she gon sing back
She gon sing

I know
that it won't cause it's never been too
But The Bible said according to your faith is it done to you
But I'm also sure rap is nothing to you

taste her mixing drank, boy, I'm sippin' the Lakers
Every song, boy, I'm rappin' by paper Just try me, you gon' meet your creator
I ain't did shit to you,

to give a hoot when
I just dropped a ducket on shoes by Loo Vootin
Face covered with the nylon
That's the type of style I'm on
I blew up like an atom bomb