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it?
Eh
Get it
Mss ahhh just kill it
Okay
Now everybody fighting with their own demons
Some with devil horns, some that are more deceiving
Some a little

until they get killed by somebody
And it could be anybody, streets are a like a slot machine
If I go, I'll at least take a few coppers with me
Nothings

D.A.I.S.Y. Age

De La Soul

3 Feet High and Rising

1989

resident
Resident supported by the speaker view
Want to feel it in your shoe
Let me show you how

Platform witnesses
Witnesses, show you to my show-lab

we did it by ourselves
From the road trips, to the studios
All those times we was chilling in my house
Those times are the times
That I'm thinking

Radio Station

Run-D.M.C.

Tougher Than Leather

1988

cold fishin' by the lake
Take a brain off rappin', 'member what happened
Listen reminisce and cold keep your foot tappin
Darryl and Joe cause the DJ's

Get to forgettin'
Then it's on they album when it drop
My verses steady, be hittin'
I do this here for a livin'
Flow with precision
Yeah you know my

the illest, you niggas better man up
I dropped a mixtape shit
Sounded like an album
Few days in the booth, fire was the outcome
I chose this path
So i desire

around, y'all, ayy
All of my demons are here, all I can feel is fear
All I can do is keep being myself and that's what I been doing for thirty-two years

are due, so fuck you
And that pretentious tone
May your rocks be thrown
Held on high, as I exit stoned
Just walk on by
I'm often best kept left alone
So

My diversity's, working perfectly in my circuitry 
Cursed by adversity, disturbing things tend to lurk after me 
Did it occur to me, everything burns

I got my girl and I'ma put her in some fendi
By the endy of the summer
Who the fuck are you homie
Prolly just a kid
What the fuck are you doin'
I been

full of might, you got that right
You got that right
Went from left, center, then straight back to right
Raps are what I write
Sometimes they call

Guess things are looking up for me
On fire and on top
That's why they call me Michael
Not off the wall but I ride
The beat like a motorcycle
Tryna be

much
But I made it through the fire
'bout to turn me up
'cause I'm ready this time (are you ready?)
I said I'm ready this time
I said I learned so much,

back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids

Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By

album, best song, how you spin that?
The best part is that they love Chance
But our fans are the same
You should fuck with your man
And I wonder what

beings had screwed me
Track by track review all you're views are spewing through me
Like a YouTube dude that's rude to all the musi's
People tryna get

Hello
My name is Rowan Gaelen
These are my confessions
And my revelations
As I write this, it’s the 14th of June, 7PM on the moon
I’m moving station

I promise, I don’t fuck with anyone’s shit
As long as I’m busy building my skill
I can see these rappers are getting paid
Me and my homies are

As long as you hear it
You'll never come near it
My music is fire
But some of it's trash
But y'all eat it up
Like it's brown and hash
I come from the south

than her fishnets
Lighters getting bic'd by this pyro for a quick sec
You said you wanted fire in your life well come and get some
It's coming through

getting recognized 
Mr Mike is by my side Dizzy in a prison 
Miracles within him 
Working on an album just to show him how I've risen 
It's like I've been

Extreme

Ed O.G

The Truth Hurts

2000

make a deal off of blood money
Make an album off the drug money
Take the label money and launder it under the table money
And open businesses
It

Turn the fucking lights out
I’m sitting here by myself
With a pencil tryina get the lines out
Of an empty mind in a night cloud
Full of doubt
Still