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like common way back when he needed a dollar
Or maybe pac when he was depleted needed a holler
Or maybe eminem when he was in need of a doctor
No ones

yeah the flow this great
But I slack I procrastinate
Part of me say it's way too late
Other part don't give a fuck, here is a mixtape
With no radio

get cold like 2 degree
Nah Fuck this shit I ain't showing up 
Just Write me up for truancy  No you and me 

Big ass platinum of my album 
Hanging in my

Ch ch cheah
Your tuned into your boy the Chamillionator
Cause I stay killing em
Know what I'm talking bout
Mixtape Messiah Part 2
Let's go

This is

Ch ch cheah
Your tuned into your boy the Chamillionator
Cause I stay killing em
Know what I'm talking bout
Mixtape Messiah Part 2
Let's go

This is

'Cause yo shit fake and yo shit late, no birthday but I get cake
Lame nigga yo album ain't fuckin' with my mixtape
Nigga smokin' that Cali kush, that

at night
But tonight I need to see where I'm goin'
Wanna see somebody drop to the ground
No civilians, no doctors around
Who said life is priceless?
So far

do what it take, i don't get tired

Sometimes you grind from the bottom
Get your chips straight
Sometimes you can make a
Million off a mixtape

talkin' 'bout nothin' with a flow so disgustin'
Ashtray by me that I gotta dump my guts in
Need substance, feed it to the public
No one gon' touch it

refuse it if it's hot it's hot
actually I'm flatered you say I sound like Marshall Mathers
I'm no Eminem but I'm not wack either
only reason you compare me

Em's hood (haha)
One hand on the Bible, other hand on the checkbook
You won't hear Revival comin' out of them Kenwoods
No, your audience is strictly

been
My mind fits in all spaces
With no storage in it
In a year, I dropped 2 albums
But the digits didn't
The year ain't done yet
And I ain't even

Disclaimer
You may disagree with some of the views portrayed on this album 
And Handycap does not really give a damn
No autotune was used in

hip-hop motherfuckas, you know what I'm sayin?
(Yeah yeah) shout out to Bobby, my engineer
It's a nice night in L.A
We're recordin' this mixtape and shit

Lighters by Eminem, Royce da’ 5’9”, and Bruno Mars until I need help and,
I won’t like like whelp and,
My music won’t be garbage like Blake Shelton,
People

Sooo
This one
Is a true story
My story actually
Yeah.
It's my time
Don't be shy
I'll give a try
I'm going all by myself
By myself
By myself
I don't

education

And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by

my eyes,"
I said Lucy, dear, there's no trouble with your eyes
It's your ears I want to take for a ride
I'm Mr. Mixtape! With my plastic cassettes

at Wake
(Yeah) My goal with this tape
(Yeah) Is make the ceilings break
(Yeah) Leave hip-hop in its wake
(Yeah) By the end, you might say I'm great but I

done been through so much pain, I can't patch up my bruise
I'm gon' drop me a mixtape and a album
I'm gon' get high as fuck in the Phantom
I'm gon'

Yeah i ain't gon' waste no
Time for these beggars look

At first sight
You thought my record was spam
Why give me a spin like
A phantom become a fan?

Then I walked by a bedroom and it sounded like somebody was getting killed
I walked in on MGK holding a knife to Eminem's daughter
So I punched him in

early,
I hate MCs that get away with swag lines like:
I'm a killer and no one can hurt me
When I die don't bury me, freeze me,
By the way things are goin'

they won't be no next time
Took a puff while I thought
About my next line
Head fried but I got morals that I live by
So I could never pull a knife on my