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below the letters
Your rhymes are general, plain, minimal blank
You eyes is blind by the sign of federal banks
You lost your focus of function
Remember

and paper
Cause you better pay attention
I'm not tryna go and beat around the bush 
Giving you a look of reproach
And these lyrics will get you shook
Not

make music like they used to
(Oh no they don't, no they don't, no they don't)
And my crew says they don't make beats like they used to
(Oh no they don't,

Walkin' what I talk I beat the time right off the clock
I rip the mic right out his hand
Pulled up the ski pulled out the cannon
Just for the ones who said

Jigga on the beat
Now tell me who does it better than that
I’m a veteran deadly sharper than a blade I cut them in half
The Jack star they appear to be

he's the ruler
Pick up on my instincts and
Staying sick with the future
Facebook and Twitter
Most choose to link by computers
Show you're right, rest

by myself when I was fighting me
Devil almost had me so I had to flee
I really was tripping all up on these streets
Pills had me gone I anit had no

to rappers on the daily
A lot of artist with advances don't advance and make it
So we did it by our lonely, ain't a chance you'd take it
This is the future

any truth
If this is the future then I wasted my youth
Too many friends, fallen by the wayside
Broken and burnt, Kentucky brain fried
Kick back turn up

this for 
Cleats on my feet on this track yeah I run it 
Beats on the beach just to see what I come with
Ona cT got steady ready for deployment 
Putting

they gotta run it back
R&B singer and I made that fire afro beat track
I ain't even black like that, it just came naturally
They love Truelove in

to hold the peace
Gift to gab, I babble tongue in cheek
Go in like a surgeon, murk this beat
Partners drift, our future looks so bleak
Tiffs continue,

and your snakey movements
So main conclusion I came to shoot him
Starts on a metro beat made by Boomin
Ends on the Metro Drakes face a news clip
No way

timing 
treat the beat like fine art 
Shit's made by my counterpart 
For 7 years we've spit bars 
Now we flow so smooth 
You can't barely tell us apart

a job and leave Squid
She don't know I got smoked my live is like a like live squid
Got a gig in Harlington feels like 7 bus an hour
Mop the floor

Kreislaufprinzip, Digga, scheiß auf den Beat
(ah) ich verteil' weiter Weed und
Mach' Scheine im Kiez, check
Back zu der Eins, Sechs zu der Zwei
Im

twice a year
The crowds will cheer, gripper feature
Beat the track into a fetal positions
Send a kite through the mic
To my people in prison
We have

It's so chilled out bro, it's very wavy
I'm on my wavy shit boy
Y'know I don't really know who
Made the beat bro but it's okay

Wake up at 11PM,

I still get beats from Target regardless
Come to the gardens, spar with the masters
I be like, "Nah, put the bars in the garbage"
See The Movement

a drive-by, you deserve a face shot
I took the picture boss, not Jewish
Just wonder when I die
How much my pen'll cost (Pentecost)
Find out we track and I'm

on my mind my guy feel this track

Ooouuuu baby

They don't know where I'm coming from
But I know where I'm going to
They don't know where I'm coming from

Touchdown in Rome got the new iPhone
Plus some new Headphones Moan and Groan
24 hours 7 days Snack on Lays Beat the Daze
This is Home Blood and Bone
Bitch

A Musical

Brian d'Arcy James

Something Rotten! A Very New Musical

2015

A musical
And nothing's as amazing as a musical
With song and dance
And sweet romance
And happy endings happening by happenstance

Bright lights, stage

The same rappers I look up
To on my tracks now want all the smoke
You could say I'm getting hostile
Somebody tell mama that her baby gon' pop
Pick a side,