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what I'm gone say
You told me that you're sorry and you promised you would change
I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, keep doing the same thing
Baby look I'm

inside a mental basement 
Feel like I need me some medication 

I'm never fettered by a single ounce of hesitation 
Religious studies serving as my form

Last song on the album, lay down 
Let me hit you with the talcum
This is add on, this just tax
Lay back
Let me hit you with the jazzhands
I'm

hit it 
All by myself then I split it
Intentions of doing good over evil purpose I do it 
So confident that I won before the journey starts I was finish

you could help me out?
Just, like, help a brother out, man)

30 days and the album was moving
Took the sound to the label
They said they with

through pain and hustle trynna find my inner self
Ain't easy feel surrounded by devils like I live in hell
Gotta get rich at all cost
Can't stay poor cos

different on outlook on Vegas 
Section 8 had to learn how rap bruh
This life for me you looking mad huh
I ain't too impressed with your nine albums
I'ma be

I want freedom in my contract
Every fucking album is my life inside a soundtrack
So when it goes down, you already know that I'm bounce back
Put it

spinning
First time ever tho its just the beginning

Wished for an album but only got one song
Lost all the lyrics so it'll take too long
Supposed to be out

green
I took a step back just to marvel
At all of my blessings
I’m stuck in a moment of peace
Immune to all of my stresses
Surrounded by people I cherish

page
Tiny scrapbooks of our hearts
Inserting memory by memory (those were the days...)
Albums thicken each page
Pictures fade as they age
But I still

wasn’t deep as this
Believe in this, if nothing at all
However high you get, is the height that you fall
So while you’re up there, feeling all triumphant

us
Low T Kweli? Rest in pieces

One hot album, every 20 years average 
One half lame, and the other half savage 
Too bad Mos Def did all the fuckin'

never had tolerance 
Fuck all that sucka sh*t back to another win lay low then work for another one 
Just know that you'll never succeed if you're always

that wanted some
Bang the drum
Bang ur mum
I'm a scum
First album
Chew on me like a sweet gum
After that enter into my room
Let's have some funnn

Thrusters a go
I'm spitting butane flow
You're tryn to break the ceiling I'm flyn outa this globe
My girls texting my phone
Askin when ill be home

drippin' like eel
Couldn’t get home so I had to steal
Out in Tokyo, I’m dropping a bomb
Buckle expensive 'cause it made by Tom
Shit on fire I dropped

yours cant light a match up 
Act up like you in front of a green screen pretending you're flying 
And I will crush your thorax from single blow that is

It's been growing since the last album
Used to be as short as a Dobermann's
Now like a tall wall without a ladder
All these ladies can't get over it

solitude
A blitz of thoughts to trip my step
But angels always see me through 
To take it

Take my life whole by the horns and jump
On trampolines that lost

know we moving miles
Tattered on my wrist
It's more than just a style
I'm living by the truth
I don't listen to their mouths
Buckle up
It's about to go

prolly already knows that we just smoked a bowl
Just finished the last song, take another toke of the bong before burning the album
Sold about forty copies

the name of the game
You do not get it so you gonna pay
Veinte y dos every day is my day
Cooking up sets that I can't wait to play, yeah
You're wonderful,

cover like ten men
We're steady mobbin'
You're covered by children
You Kidz Boppin'
Your album ain't droppin'
Need a phone to cop it 
Cost $9.95
TWO easy