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know
The struggle continues
R.I.P to the great Nelson Mandela
R.I.P to President Mugabe
I would like to introduce you to Africa's lost Monarch
He goes by

Who's Tha Man

MC Eiht

Last Man Standing

1997

Federalies gaffling up so keep it tight
These songs to do wrong so fuck being right
Late night hype's the fiends
Nobody serves 'em better to the letter
We

to the script been putting in time took a Lot to get here
I'm going all in I'm taking the risk I'd be damn to get Stopped by some fear
I had to lose friends had

I haven't taken
Yo I am infinitely infinite, an adult and an infant 
Writing letters for an invalid
On every envelope, an acid stamp, lick a bit
Just

heard it on the radio Our president had learned
That the chance for diplomatic discussions Is already burned

So on the 2nd of August I got a letter from

I got a letter that I lost my job, gave it away to some other knob,
Working in Asia for two bucks a day, while the president adds 20 million to his

presidents
People gloves on lover letter my eagle
And I can make the pelican
Fly I’m text my people
I still got the work you
Want it come Holla fam
I’m talking

They keep starting to astound us

Lucky us we didn't blow up in our twenties
The money by them was panties
We were chipping ramps to Grammys their life

here writing this letter to you solemnly 
But you can't even give me time or respond to me 
Not how it's supposed to be 
See I don't really even know

Clock is a ticking
Our deep help beliefs are threatened by heathens
Hippies and lefties are in the streets screamin
They've left a big crack in our glass

offended by what you hear that I've written up in this letter 

Not enough kings but we got us some Coretta's
Maya Angelou, Oprah's and even better 
You men

alone
Pages stained with caffeine and poems
My president Black
She deserve a throne
True warrior
Moments of euphoria: Garter belt, Lobster, Belaire
Crown

top tens weren't reckless
I was just in Manhattan, I'm movin with my bretheren
Chasing deads, I'm more for president, shit I mighta quit
I'm surprised I

girl that make me do the hula hoop around the gym
(Just to get a peek again, she's a 10) 
Never thought she would come and work for the president
Mr.

you
If you go with labor, you will have a lot of trouble
Read your troubles, let's see
I wrote this love letter that I wrote

I tested it well
rhythms

we excelled
(Let me tell you something)
New age nemesis got the same melanin cells
We in danger
The next verse is a Revelation titled Letter

am not republican, nor democrat, nor fear (Solo)
Those lefties leaked the letter without Ford's direct consent (Loco)
Now one crazy bitch can overturn

wasn't very good
But it was his first time
In the ocean
And he was fearless
And smiling
And I smiled back

I'd been elected president
Of my high school
So

photos
Of all the artworks I'd made and kept
Since I was kid
The letters
The poems
The videos
Of performances
And then making several copies
Of the digital

creativity 
What happened to metaphors and meaningful rhymes?   
"Yeah I feel ya, I think I know somebody who'll impress ya though
He goes by the name of CB

nobody's friends
Spent the rent!
You know I spent the rent
Because landlords and warlords
Ain't nobody's friends

I got a letter from the taxman
Demanding my

with the duece up in the sky
You don't wanna try
Smoke is what we reply
Dumping hella Os like the letter after E I
We fly under the radar
Big homies

the president

Tweet at I asked it
Flex my shoes my passion
No good tweets boy ran outta rations
Ay,

Never wore sweat pants
Crank that in some white pants
Ay, No

Never could think of a way to make the drugs or liquor spit
Never could pave a way to make a smarter nigga fit
Making it better by writing a letter