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This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
of people inspired by rappers
Who do give a shit about the game we livin' in
Shit is ridiculous I have to say this
It should be common sense, I hope these
you on speed dial yea R.I.P to ya Happy Birthday to ya
Letter to my aunt uh Letter To My Aunt yea
Happy Birthday this Album for you still gotta make yo
letter to the world
So I'm tired of all this bullshit
Tired of getting snaked by people I went to school with
Tired of people telling me that I ain't been
PITT
25th, September 1967
Dear Sandra
When I called in this, my manager's office
A few moments ago I was handed my
Very first American fan letter
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
never even called me by my name.
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah
Well it's the uhh, uhh, abbrevia-ated letter
Associated with meta-metapho-phores and cheddar cheddar
The C.O.D.,
here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way
Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by the day
Dancing with my demons, different reasons
Feel
all better
We been through hard weather
I dealt wit all pressures
Me n the judge be both know 4 letters
I’m screamin crip they gimme life
Tryna
see them side by side
Like the ones where I sing wrong in songs that no one will find
That no one will hear
Just you and the fam
No album next year
No
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the Gravediggas
Poltergeist you betrayed by socialites
Now the albums up for sale you can't even focus right
Hocus Pocus aside from money it was more to life
Now
personality
Gon be running up the block
Run it up
Run it up
I got that letter M on the deck
I got that letter O by the sea
I got that letter N in the shop
I got
and better I got a putting together
Letter after letter so Daddy said, "Ooo, you better get it!"
So I hit fourth grade, said, "Forget a mixtape!
In Coming
Letters from the 99
Is a collection of stories
Written by me
Mostly on my drives
Along the California HWY 99
To Los Angeles
This album is real
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
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