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Have you ever woken up inside a pentagram, memory blank til you remember why you're sent by a temperamental man who sent a ranting letter that

an act you won't spill the blood
It's so sacrificial to the man below
Frantic flow so fanatical banning
Appalling spectacles
Damned by those in the shadows

I miss a lot
They got machetes in their track pants
A swishy in the sock
Just say a prayer for a Black man
I been feeling down
I couldn't wait to help

a splash 
She’s loving my wave

We pull up and pattern,
Bitches getting shattered
You better not slip up
I’m taking your babes

I’m buzzing I ain’t fronting

All my tracks fly don’t try to chastise my raps why would I ever settle with these wack guys
I stand out like wearing a white shirt with a black tie you

Was broken & lonely if you know then you know me 

Going Todash from Black Thirteen

Reaching me from the darkness beneath

Dark Tower sought by

black and blue, 
Pull back from the pack, aim high, and shoot true 
Better unfettered, not tethered together to
Has-beens, have-nots, those who never do

new nemeses, they buy me some new Chanel

Yeah, a new Chanel, better get loose as hell
I'm on the X, I'm geeking, this shit slow, man, I feel like stale

shit getting too wicked
Spelling curses witchcraft our own inflictions
People dropping fast at the hands of sickness
What's wrong with a black man doing

a Goodfella
cnd under your umbrella there's a badgyal I don't need to tell her, she knows
I'm from the city of snow, and gas pipes and black ice and water

In a spaceship, rocket by my side
I could fuck Gamora i ain't gotta shoot it
I can pass to my bucket scorers
New chain on the way
I keep telling Hutch

tryna figure out where
All this positivity from
Living 'cause I really just wanna
Get rid of you bums as black as my gums
They acting and you actually

hear
She like get up out my ear or better yet
Play the rear caboose is loose
Like the truth I'm tellin' you
My life is like an edible
Take a bite and I

Work man, work
Fuck you wanna be on the street talking about what you do for
And you ain't doing it
Fuck you wanna be in the club looking like you do

that's the way it goes
I poured a whiskey glass with my callused hands
Asked myself could I be a better man
Tried to open up and speak, but they won't

balance
To first manage whatever 
Earth challenges man it's cool
Imma swing by and make my cup touch full, eh

Make mine a Late Night
Straight no chaser

life

My besties know he called me wife
His brothers know he called me wife
Say it again, my new last name ELSAFI

You will be in black
I will be in

spend
Tonight with You
And I'm just tryna get by
Saw you in that black dress
Looking me in the eye
You got me mesmerized
Your presence is intoxicating
Be

dollar bills, it's giving "uh-uh"
Girl you bad and I mean you so bad
But on god, you're dumb as a box of rocks
Sometimes I want to stop or get caught by

blessed to be stressed (Higher)
All year in my bag (Higher)

Half of my life I would just have to desire
But look at me, I'm getting better with time
Money

foresight could of saw that
If I was there I could of stopped allat
Pull up to the spot where it occurred at
Dressed in all black like a bar back
Bound

of another black man
Hotboxing his coffin
His mother's eyes turn to faucets

That broke like what's in my wallet
So now I proceed with caution
Until I reach

Albert of Monaco at the soirée
Damn!

Jehst:
I wanna parlay man, yeah you know those cats
that rock black suits and bowler hats
Playing Jack Jones tracks

in the sky
and the sun just turned to black
a few disappeared and were never seen again
taken by force coming out of the dark

Holy power please let us