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And that's deep but not as deep as losing a child,
Seeing his teeth crushed by the rifle butt by your village hut
Pure grief, thanks to far away beef
Fried in

heard of something called Vietnam
And some scary people Midwest don't read the Koran
It's not a question of arms
It's a quest for concern
Paranoia's

I never made it to my Great Uncle's funeral
I was too far away but I chose the song
One by Buddy Williams that ends in a yodel
Like my uncle used

My Cut's Correct

U.T.F.O.

Doin' It!

(This is far out)
Drop it
Yeah
Dissin' all you Robidog deejays that suck
And I ain't gotta call no names

My name is Mixmaster, battle me if

that
Ride all the way to East Los floating on bags
Acting like I'm broke but I got bread fool relax
See me on my skateboard and they assume I'm doing bad

East park hidden in the dark out of sight 
Quiet night, his stress is all gone,
clong with the sense of what's right

Wet air, far away some cars

the east
To the baby boy in Mary's arms
In that humble cattle barn
Would we be open to believe?
If this was Bethlehem, Virginia 1 BC
 
Nine months later with

to where we are
Jacob's backyard
Hey it isn't far
You can see the stars
If you find
Devin on the floor
Don't run to the door
He's just hanging out
Laying

someday
Got blessed by the gods but I feel like cursed (Cursed)
Got to take chase if you want it to work
I feel like dahmer I'm doing the worst
I feel like

the enchanted forest
I heard the sounds of horses and men at arms
I felt compelled to walk on and find the place of these sounds
And when the forest did clear I

rugged, but not for fashion or fun 
Jittery movements with needle marks all in his arms 
Scar faced, wounds that told tales of recent plays
My heart raced,

walked through the enchanted forest
I could hear the sound of
Horses and men at arms
I felt compelled to walk on and
Find the place of these sounds

down in the cold night

In a big old beast moving east 

And no one minded in the least
Except his mama, who he didn't even call 

And who still left

energy
I stiff arm on a screen
Haters can't believe what they seeing
It's like yall never had a chance
You rolling dice with no evens
So odd
So flawed
Yet

fall
I encompass the world with the coldest winter
Flipped all my L's upside down bro
I'm a winner
7
The architect
Bro I'm hard to catch
I'm far fetched

the east coast, brown niggas eat those (Damn)
Bullets in they street clothes locked up for an ounce of the diesel 
Now they sell it by the pound and the kilo

You can teach how to learn, but did you learn how to teach
It's not the pencil or the book, but just how far you reach
Extend that arm and move

East Side cruising down the same old back streets
Grime mob pull watch 'em run like a track meet
2 hoes in the backseat trynna get nasty
The pack

girls and boys, they even in the burbs flipping like coins
Smoking poison tryna keep their poise
And it's wars in the middle east
Not to mention civil

pancake.

So, Tyler and I  hopped into my car
Ol Chevron Cavalinsky.
Tyler said, I hope this place isn't very far.
I smacked him in the face and said, Shut

to tell you right here

Focused on building a team
So we can live the dream
Building some money machines
They making money sleeping
Got far by myself no it

Shanghai to the bay from London to LA
We rep the west coast Far East for good taste

Fuck it I'll be gutted if you ain't coming
Trust me you'll be sorry if

Shanghai to the bay from London to LA
We rep the west coast Far East for good taste

I'll be gutted if you ain't coming
Trust me you'll be sorry if you don't

Let the actions talk
Shedding blood for all my brothers was not an afterthought
Wins or losses we came far, extend a helping arm
Bible on the shelf I