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They're so cheap, the victories won by a person unhinged
To get my revenge might not make me much better than them
Then, what is to sin?
To trespass?
cream of the crop, creme de la creme
Spent years buildin' with cats in the streets, so they my men
Again, Gang Starr has done it
Remember too much
can call that mental freeze
When these people talk too much, put
That shit in slow motion, yeah
We are vain and we are blind
I feel like an astronaut in
is knowledge
Nobody cares about if
You mess up
You stand up
Brush off your shoulders
Work around it
Went and done way too much
To ever give up
I do not
you eternally
I wish for you to be the best versions of yourselves
Take your lives into your own hands
Controlled by nobody else
Don't confuse hard work
Am I not the same as you?
Do I not live as you do?
Do we not work the same land?
Bear the same marks on our hands?
Flesh and blood we're both
clothes get torn
By weaker Cypher men 'cause what came from my pen
Made 'em lust, now I must
Rush out the back door, in-to the alley
Girls in pursuit,
clothes get torn
By weaker Cypher men 'cause what came from my pen
Made 'em lust, now I must
Rush out the back door, in-to the alley
Girls in pursuit,
by email
But that's all I'ma save you the detail
Therapy with a beat and a freestyle
Either way, live today, I'ma be well
'Cause I never wanna let
by email
But that's all I'ma save you the detail
Therapy with a beat and a freestyle
Either way, live today, I'ma be well
'Cause I never wanna let
got to prove you can stay on
Better you do too much, than do too less, better not lose your touch, I put in work no bluff, I call it bliss, island,
Shrinking or embiggening nibbles
Oh! My sanity's a drink in a thimble!
You know you really do talk too much
Move round! You're crazy if you don't think
I
I swear to God
I swear to God I won't miss these niggas
My voice cost too much to diss these niggas
I'm stackin' blues like I print these bitches
Too
Hmm
Hmmm
So much is released in a sound
The weight of the world comes through
Joy is released
An influx of peace
So much can come through a sound
a Brinks truck
Can't do it if it don't go my way
If you don't bring cash, then bye, bae
'Cause we don't have time to be wasting
There's too much money to be
the club
We both share the same problems, we got too much pride
What do you want from me? Got nothin' to hide, girl, come on now
Okay, what do you want
understand
I got buckles all around my shit, around my pants
I go where the men don't lie, I'm tryna dance
With the spirits living with me, I was taught by my
Don't worry bout the plans for me
Too premature to speak for now they fantasies
You wanna change the world first you change hip hop
Mansion to mansion how
Men look up to idols with confidence
But hate other men who have it
I say a bunch of bullshit
What kind of fuckery is this
Called cocky so much I
And reminded me of the motto by which I've always tried to live my life:
F$CK 'EM IF THEY CAN'T TAKE A JOKE!"
[From the soundtrack:] "Hi! "After many
a gift or a curse
Never been worse to much emotion I looked like a clown
About this life man I got a million questions
I thought a father was to teach his
to go and see the beach in Phuket here
But with these experiences I’ll tell you my biggest fear
That too much fun’ll have the work slowing up
I still
wants
To be put in time-out
Like a fucking four-year-old!
I believe I spent far too much of my life
And worked my ass off far too many hours
Trying
be so bold
To simply be who I am
And live my life and grow old
And yes, don't tell me, I already know
That I too, can be, a massive asshole
But
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