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on the way
Two years later and I'm feeling like a fresh import
The men will know the women don't but that's just how it goes
I'm on a upper level and seated

How you feel I can tell by ya energy
Tryna flex okay
Know you see the come up I be killin em
Why you stress on me
Only roll with the reel like

Million dollar project
How much can I tell you
How bad would you doubt it
Millions of dollars means millions of options
Surrounded by liars the only

5, 4, 3, 2, 1
In a world full of haters stands a single group 
Who clearly separate themselves from the rest
These 3 men scale the ends

Runaway

South Park Mexican

Power Moves

Chorus:
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...

[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like crack

Goodbye

Killah Priest

Black August

2003

and tongue of Malcolm
Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government
Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment
Vacate the island, billions will start

up your two hands up
And two fingers
By the time I count to 2
If you want some peace
By the time I count to 3
You gon have to meet the beast
Since you

thirteen and good
We had a hotter date it was just a number
She never told she was knocked up
By the end of the summer chick
Almost had me locked up
My aunt

for boosters as I'm contributing my two cents
So I'm a nuisance
Producing and I tighten the loop, like it's a noose-sence
Who's this? Not for

I'm not deceived by these madams
An avarice for the platinum
She come equipped with a chasm
Nothing weak in these atoms
That's just a fact from

us
They come by night, I'ma be up
Even thought they brought their mens
I come alone, I make them dance

Hop on that shit and kick it like it's nothing

A's can't stop
Strays if I'm able
Verbally harassed by everybody you live with
What makes you think you won't be judged
When even God is a critic? I

Campbell
Rest in peace Jamal Francique
Rest in peace to countless others I cannot name here
That would take up a whole damn album
Maybe 2
They want us

or criminals
Today what I'm saying to you is this
When your facing a loaded gun
Whats the difference?

Institutions can change but mens passion stay the same

a break, but
He kept going like "Sorry, B
I got an album to rap"
Two decent sixteens, chorus cooked crack
Ended up not using it, not like it was wack
Just

The Triboro

Big L

The Big Picture

2000

and whites ride by and niggas yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"
So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
Walk away and come back without cats runnin off
I'm

panse yo ka pi fre pase’m
Lè m’te piti ak sentiwon Gucci wi papa’m te konn kale’m
What up 7TS good looking for this beat man
DiasporapVolume2 nigga
This

Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no

shot, two shot, pussy must get drop
Unlimited guns, we got bullets by the stock
Run up on my endz and you will get knock

Bullet ah spread round, cud ah

Funko Pops
Line the top two shelves of my two bookcases
Which have far fewer books on display these days
So many were unread that I grew ashamed

looking lost by the trappings that men get
While seemin' pretentious
So they don't understand what my bent is

While cruisin' on a path quite narrow

Jealous cause they know I'm the shit
Like Mr hankey
Reintroducing Ras Kass, the waterproof
I'm too deep, you Too $hort
Standin' on two feet, drownin' in two

still alone
I can’t put a bitch first
Yeah I got this game by the throat
Bout to put it in a hearse
Cuz I

[Chorus] x2
(A) Knew I’d be here I’m psychic

your hoe
I done dropped four albums in 2 years
They still dropping a song
I be dropping and dropping again
No one can fuck with my flow and my pen
No one