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for the chorus of the year

Like always, to come back
Pull up one time
Can we
Can we

Random shoes, shit, seven
At the store, runnin' iPhone, jebbin'

Don't even take a breath
The air is cut with cyanide
In honor of the new year

The press gives us cause to celebrate:
These air raid sirens
Flood

Silver and gold
on the floor by the stove
Come on why won't you look over here
Show me you care
All I can do is stare
At the back of your head while

attached
New year's so im coming harder than the black
Big essential on the top of my back
Lose my mind but I call the rack
Got to stay patient with me

of noble fame
You'll tell to me what'll happen myself
At the well below the valley o
Green grows the lily o
Right among the bushes o

You'll be seven years

Inner Voice

Adam Sandler

Stan and Judy's Kid

Leach
Richer than a Twinkie, I got so much cash
That to me Paris Hilton is poor white trash
I take forty-seven weeks of vacation a year
If people piss me

up to twenty one
Go figure after seven thousand days I'm still not anyone
The other day I got a card from my dad it was nice to see
That this year was

An incredible teacher

She taught me
To show and not tell
That there's always
A better word than
Got or get

She said
I should
Join the school band
The next year

a dream
That got put down to the floor when my popps passed
Younger me it had a dream
At 7 years old when I did on the rah
Yeah 7 years old a kid with

And the cliches, well, they're still right
By the way, you can always return
Even though dark was so strong
There was always light
Seven years was long
Then it was

Table of Contents, Pts. 1-2

The Roots

Things Fall Apart

1999

to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh without question
Last seven years on tour without restin'
Yo

Can get it off by tomorrow
It's wicked when my favorite uncle kick it
Fiends trying to kick the addiction
Of sucking glass dicks
Vivid images go against

I was sitting on the
Couch reading yellow paper
A letter in reply
7 days later after I wrote 'em
"Stay strong, keep your faith in God
" what I told

the dooch powder

Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill

Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill

Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill

Two choices,

Simon Says [US Remix]

Pharoahe Monch

Simon Says/Livin' It Up [Clean]

1999

Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real

What

Dare Me

Young Fathers

White Men Are Black Men Too

2015

had no chance
Seven years, seven years
Your luck has passed
Seven years you never asked me out to dance
Asked me out to dance
(Dare me)

1306 Studios
7 Days a week man
I work hard, 7 days a week
When the money calls, I don't get no sleep
Rolling in the car, smoking all my weed
Going

my business
Working 24/7, working restless
Haters what I eat for breakfast
Looking at the clock and it's 4 am
Later this year money cashing out the ATM

alive
Cause niggas faces on them shirts
And it was televised
I know my bro facing them years
But I can't let it slide
And all pain inside my heart
Could

headed straight for the bottom

And now I'm better than I've ever been
Turned the page over bounced back
Almost seven years sober let me tell you
Had

like magnets
Hollow grams what I'm smokin', shit's vicariously absent
I burned out the entertainment turned tragic
May be seven years I might disappear

But something told me, write this down and just speak from the heart
It's been fourteen years since I found you all alone in the dark
But losing you

niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!

Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas

It's a Must

Rakim

The Master

1999

before
To see the idea clear it takes a year or more
Now times that by the years I reign straight-seven
No hear for four years still multiplied by