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on thee
And then I take I murder kill it place that on the CD
(DAMN!) 

Now I really took a minute looking down upon my lyrics thinking 
I ain't gotta

them

Like a bad father at night I don't know sun,
You Don't Know Sun?
Sheesh I don't know son
But I'm gunna show them 

So Take my lyrics 
My body

spit the

Music of god, lyrics inaudible
From the first sound to the last, there's notta wasted noise
The first choice-when you discover your own voice

a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T.)
Like a plant, I'ma grow
Planet Earth 2.0 (2.0)

If I don't like you, don't call me a bro (I'm not your bro)
I bring the lyrics, I bring

like you know the words
If you don't, here's the lyrics for you typical listeners 
No mythical literature, original minister 
Never been a preacher, but

if a dirt, a dirt
But When it comes, to this papep
Not even Ajax clean so
Except these lyrics, when I'm spitting Jalapino

I say dis Year,

on your merch 
Using my lyrics are you tryna be me 
While hearing your songs all I hear are my words 
Skip onto the next 
You talk about sex
You talk about

punchlines created by kids
Dr. Seuss with a pair of ad-libs, you suck bro
Who want smoke
Roll 'em out like wholesale carpet, stop jawing
You a man child stuck

with thousands of revision
Division by Z-E-R-O Undefined
An echo of somebody, personating that’s a crime
Here’s a code unlock the universe number 369
432

gon' see
Yeah
Yo
3 On my side, that’s father that’s son that's Holy Spirit
3 On this side, that's me, D, and K with a whole heap of lyrics
The gangs too

on money 
Drillin' and drilling, shit keep getting deeper 
My lyrics are fye and y'all lyrics are weak, ye 
Multiple people tell me I'm the shit 
I go by

the city 
Rapping like he really got it though
Lyrics clean, I'm pushing positivity
The opposition gotta go

Chip up on my shoulder
Cause I aint never really

stop me
You can't control me

I ain't splitting sh*t this is not no 50/50 
Do this for myself imma do this for my city
I am like the judge and my lyrics

You passed rap school where it's time to learn
To create lyrics so hot that it burns
The tip of your tongue when they come out your mouth
And you

for thinking about me
And for doing that
And, yeah, I really liked it
And, uh 
Anyway love you and catch up with you soon"

I write these lyrics

Raising all the stakes, I'm on the gravy train
Still on my ninja shit, feeling like Liu Kang
Felonious with the lyrics, I'm out committing arsons
I

my bones writing lyrics
Even when I'm on the phone
Making sales so this music ain't sales
No paper trail straight brail feel need not see a scroll

then
This doodads, who made, by jove that's grave
Astute elementary, good enough for jazz
And that's a nice a dress you penurious ass
Don't get all

the dynamics in this business
Yeah
I hear them following the flows
The lyrics, and the cadence, facts
They using the mirror, so flattering
Bad gal, unorthodox

you gonna face more time
But then if you snitch
You might make it through
But then you gonna end up being lynched by your crew
These lyrics go out

no way to chase 'em
Too much lyrics, layering the space around me
Only words doesn't doubt me
Only lyrics knows the emptiness inside me
Neither can be

that you cannot see that
But what I got here is the bees knees
Y'all stealing lyrics from Jeezy
But my shit is fresher than Fiji
And I'm getting better

I put hot sauce in my noodle cup
Then I stir it up and I drank it up
Man they don't know
Say I'm down on my luck
I'm still writing up fire lyrics

lyrics everyday
I know thats kind of strange
I know you just don't get it
But musics how I'm grounded It's just what speaks to my spirit
These people