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can scream Darkness
Dave Chappelle, but I'm walking with the Christ
In His light
He just might
Tell His Son to come on down
With all His might, uh
Let

to the right, damn, there's not one
Used to be all hype to tell my niggas that I got one
'Hip-Hop' tatted on the wrist, posters of Pac, son
Felt like I was

to focus
I've been smoking over instrumentals and moping
Mentally I feel broken, can't believe in this moment
Hoping to wake up from this nightmare but I

final thoughts

As I re-cock with more lines than a brochure
Stocked, ready to rock the elements of hip-hop
Do Gotti plots over instrumentals
Hit your

sound I bet I  outlast
Here lies a prodigy of the young Black son of a gun, son of a man
Bastard of two, get life from the sun Demons I shun, family

Uh, dawn's come
You messed with the wrong one
Nah son don’t lay finger on that phone until the song's done
Bout the make the king jump the fuck up

Si lo bueno es que tarda espero aquel momento
Basta de la mierda al final son pretextos
Colgados de decidía otros tantos argumentos
Siempre estamos

limit sight and said Son, good luck to you.
I've always heard that Memphis is the place to go when you've got the blues

Repeat Chorus:
Instrumental Solo:

nothin'
Me and my dog, we was keepin' it raw
Dubbin' our own instrumentals with blank tapes and pause button
Constantly confronted and chased, seems like

the street I be beast

They feel the boy for the east

Anything I drop e Dey enter

Murder the instrumental

If any rapper talk I go make the rapper mental

In

Yeah
Banks
COTI

Yo
Hunnid dollar bills for sit-up drills, my benji' reps
Ignorant, and I don't give two fucks with Fendi F's
Learnin' by

Perfect Match

Cella Dwellas

Realms 'N Reality

1996

Thinkin' in this rental blastin' instrumentals
How we first met was all on my mental
It was at Great Adventure, the 'Batman Ride'
Thought I was deaded

the world is ours

Mind your place your in the face of a god
Time erased by the lack of law
Misplaced by what you saw
Up and down back and forth
The turn

Filas she ain't want me wearing the good nikes shed know I'd fuck em up by stomping out somebody son.
Stabbed a Bwoy in grade school wit a 2b grew up shot

chose me son you can feel the realness
Might be 0 talent but I'm 100 hard work so don't ask me about the miss
Cuz many people still living by thugs rules

and only messiah of rap
Leading the crew like mafioso’s in black
Roaring like the son of Mufasa leading the pack
Shining like a diamond in the light
Until I

me in the zone
Look how far we done gone
dodging all the hate that was thrown huh
Pain in my mental, I spill it on every instrumental (Yeah)
Fact that

been listening to nursery rhymes
And phonics, I was studying ebonics
Taught by the greatest Big L
Who taught me that criminal slang
Coming straight from

Secretly trafficking 
I'mma diamond found in the rough
Touch by an African
My mom tall, my dad too
I'm not as black as him 
But imma my daddy son
He said

and I just shoot

Kill the instrumental
And make another by sun down 
Every other rapper in the lake 
Be my son now  
Better put that button down

Secretly trafficking 
I'mma diamond found in the rough
Touch by an African
My mom tall, my dad too
I'm not as black as him 
But imma my daddy son
He said

name

While we're talkin' 'bout names, I gave your middle name to my son
Now I feel like I have failed him it can't be undone
At the time it made sense,

ordained we call him brother minister 
Wont start nothing but dont think he wont finish ya
Injury ya leave you identified by your dentals 
But still speak

medicine on these drums
I'm just a young nigga tryna get my funds 
Educate the youth like the chosen one 
Rowdy Taylor man that's the son 
I might be young,