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the footwork
This the sound that shook earth
More essentials than Miles Davis
Lotta these rappers cheap rentals like Avis

Black super Saiyan raps
Black super

what I say tho
We don't feed off the stupid baby shit nigga get in the cradle
If my lil brothers told me go walk with em, we gone run the whole mile
It

a lick
Like Miles Davis on the trumpet
Then escape into a paradise while playing Jimmy Buffet
I guess that's it, I'm on my sensei shit
Damn, I guess that's

nad trumną grali Frank Sinatra i Miles Davis
Nim dla świata stanę się po prostu obojętny
Kupię sobie Perłę Export i Marlboro setki
Zawsze miałem swój

and grandmas goddamit I done got weed from aunties
I’m high like High high, (ha ha)
Like Davis make this life a breeze
I am a mile high like the land

Chef Killa
A hundred miles and running, catch your breath, pace yourself
Ain't tripping over petty shit, my shoes lace they self
We grinding baby
We

Fucked a hoe so good yeah she came back for the dick twice
By the way I'm a munch where's Ice Spice
Feel like Tank Davis hit that hoe with a left hook

And Miles Davis I'm guessing

Jimi Hendrix, Bobby Seale, Cornel West, and Sean King
But what about Octavia Butler, Sidiya Hartman, Erica Edwards, and Hazel

u wit emm
I be sliding by myself I ain't never been a worker
Viola Davis on the plot tryna get away wit murder
I'm a one man army but u know it ain't

She just wants a man who rough and raw
Like Miles Davis
I just want a bitch who give good head
And can sing like Mavis
Staples on the low you know we

at nine, shake a bag by ten
I don't even waste time tryin' to break it down, I don't got no scale
Free bro, why he sittin' fightin' for a bond, I'm tryin'

the blink of an eye 
(And it feels so fine)
Now your touch
Is a Miles Davis bop
(Well you know, sugar, some like it hot)
No more trying
To be someone I'm not

broken by society
Who's apparently got the jazz like Miles Davis inside he
I just couldn't be sorry
That my shine is still infinity
Sbrr

I think there's

Sports Beer

All Rights reserverd by Nati Davis

some real cool, obscure artist
That's what the art dealer said
And you listen to Miles Davis
Like you feel a god damn thing
Oh but, honey, you and I both

a hundred grand 
And been miles away from beaches building castles made of sand
Until the wind blows, wash away the fakes 
I don't care how long it takes, I

death
Unless I'm in a private jet
Eating waygu
That's served by my private chef
About that death
I'm joking
But still I'm out of breath
Mile high club
Wit

keep on pushing, I'ma be the very best

 Work harder, go the extra mile
 Willing to face my fears, to walk that tightrope and smile

But I'm gonna keep

We are redeemed
Because
Newsflash, old, news pass
What's now, is, my task
Yesterday is, gone
I'm the first, not, last
Redeemed by, the, blood
That,

and scheme
You turn my life to a black&white theme
Constantly feeling the opposite of supreme
Wanting my self to redeem
But the only thing I can do is daydream

graduated from Thelonious Monk High School with knowledge
Then enrolled in Miles Davis music college
Graduated with honors with Giant Steps to gain
Some like

We Be About

Arsonists

Date of Birth

2001

a mind of a college professor and body of a goddess
I'm about KRS, Miles Davis, Pearl Jam, and Rakim,
Albizu Campos, mayor Giuli.. nah not him!
I'm about

Gillespie
Miles Davis John Coltrane Eric Dolphy
Sun-Ra orchestra, Charles Mingus, Ahmad Jamal
Milt Jack, Westmont, Herbie Han cannonball
Buddy Guy, Muddy

not just as
A product of the hood
Cos Miles Davis was rich and still
Played with the same feeling
It’s that cultural memory go and ask Steven
Ella