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you see me on stage know I'm boutta go in
I be runnin' that track man I really go ham
Ima hit the one eight and then Ima be gone
On my waist is all

and I still the best rap trio
Future so bright, man I gotta wear shades
Keeping haters guessing like a game of charades 
iPhone 8 plus might never upgrade

little xans. I keep it litty fam, fire in these streets, I'm a lion on these beats, U getting bodied by a beast.
 Still climbing to my peak, While u

out I know the beat will listen
Sippin
My momma trippin
She said that Im just like (beep)

Alcoholism, Imprisoned by all these vices
Grew up around

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

Do You See

Diddy

Middle Finger U

1999

playa hatin' from way back (way back)
Mad at you, just because they whack (they whack)
And I bought your style, older than 8-track (8-track)

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a song by a foreigner
A man who learned the slang before he ever crossed the border
He learned all he knew from off a four track recorder
"Don't mourn

on track, so I edited it
Future unknown, shallow mystery
Questions have a past, not smarter than history
To what end, I don't know, let it be
I got thoughts

goin crazy makin me insane
I'm down like a burrow cincinnati bengal
And always on point acute triangle
Livin by the law lieutenant dangle
This beat is

Until the End of Time

Lecrae

Empire

2015

on tracks you should know if you get in my way that I never let up
There's some people that need to hear truth they get beat down by lies and get told that

Chopping chopping that's a wrap
Dropping bombs like it's Iraq
On the track, I'll be driving by when all your tires flat
This has started as a metaphor

American Pie

Catch 22

Washed Up! EP

1999

seven members,
That's it. That's all you got.
Eight! Eight!

Lick a shot-shot. Boom 5 4 3 2 1 wanna make you jump up,
It's like a clean cut
Slicing

shoot ya
And change ya name to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners

"Yea, yea, y'all know the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin' the track with both hands..

a love letter
To everyone I know that I'm gonna do better

Holly
My names Holly Jade
I'm on this track and I'm not getting paid
How many years? Only eight

plastic love mimmic
Hardest my age no cap
Dun step round there eight mile trynna see who realist
This dream gon work still she flushed away by the way that

Yo, yo
Three twenty-seven now AM.
Eight twenty-three
Fucking matters
Yeah
From flipping burgers at McD’s
To morning shifts
At some factory
To not

niggas keep smoking that Delta eight
These rappers be sweet, no wedding cake
Starving for hits, too bad I already ate
If you need a beat from me, know I'm

No Love for the Roadie

Catch 22

Washed Up and Through the Ringer

2001

members,
That's it. That's all you got.
Eight! Eight!

Lick a shot-shot. Boom 5 4 3 2 1 wanna make you jump up,
It's like a clean cut
Slicing through

don’t kill us ‘fore we stop the madness
Why you mad bitch?

I’m surrounded by my homies all my 92+8s
I’m the fucking future, all the rest of y’all is

You can tell by the drops on my t shirt
Last night was a real crowd pleaser 
Woke up hung so i countered with a caesar
At it again, just me and my

at
I go hard like a thunder clap
Serious as a heat attack
So much shit on my mind my neck gon collapse 
Imma show you the future time lapse 
That boy

Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous
Ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold

Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous
Ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold

Today is Tuesday, or is it Wednesday?
I lose track of time
We are walking along the roadside
Your hand is in mine

Shops are closed, guesses are open