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Yeah i wake up in the morning
Brush my teeth and get high
Time is of the essence
I can't watch it go by
Learn from every lesson cause i gotta survive

Framed

Kool G Rap

The Movement

2003

feat. Killa Sin, cool G. Rap
[Inspectah Deck]
I represent myself and my own defense
Innocent by reason of no evidence
Plus they're tryin' pick

to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38

steal my sound
Girl come leave with me
Tryna have that pussy on my teeth
Ball
John Wall
She gone eat the dick up use her jaws
She get lost to that Luther

(ring)
Don’t run into that brick wall cross em like Chris Paul
Got this bitch jumping like Kris Kross (Kris Kross)
I’m from the dirty but I rinsed off

everything from green to white girl but I'm legal now
Interrogation by the DEA, but Brian got me out
lost the money but I had a plan to get back the amount

a hook like chris

Two Damn Goats

Organize my Biz-a-ness by the relevance 
If it ain’t music or my family, then yeah you get the hint. 

Goat 

Ion got

bust Chris 
cn di matic dem clean
When we touch di scene 
Yo know di killas dem mean
If yo Violate  
Yo left like broom Weh a lean

Marrow  left  inah yo

My Life

Manafest

Epiphany

2005

life my world
My nightmare stuck here won't turn
Is there a light that can shine on me?
Dear God I pray you hear hommie
This is Chris your son praying

Their motherfuckin shit straight
Niggas love to say im broke how
I was running round 50 thou
Plus a feature name bieber on a mixtape
I got the glass walls

marches
The day that Chris Columbus got
Crucified in golden arches

My pedestal was too tall to climb off
In fact that's the reason for the high horse

right by the wall
Ain't rocking no Vans off the wall
I bring them racks in rocking high fashion
You gotta clock in
If you work for a nigga, that's madness

over walls and
Just walking over peoples properties cause im boredend 
By all these smack talking, fake ball hawking 
False angles got a new pitch,

I’m stompin shit,
Ain’t worried bout no old bitches I’m over it
John wall how I’m blocking shit
Chris Paul how I’m rockin' shit

My turn you ain’t

The neck I stepped on got me passed on the tab
The pharcyde kept passing me by,cabin lab
Imma madman,got my own ways to keep the shit brand
Y'all

the wood I face it to myself
I been ballin pourin hi tech I ain't never need a ref
I been ballin pourin hi tech been leanin by myself
Hope ion overdose but

Master of the kif delete
Any of those pesky anxieties
Pious fleet
Dyin' sheets
The color of dead
Rosey red
In a bed
With horse head
And a friend
Chris

never wanna go to the penitentiary again
But I'd rather go there, then get R.I.P'd
Tearing down this wall inside me piece by piece
But it get built back

the best you could make Khaled confess
Diamonds on me dripping walking waterfall 
Buying bottles for every section I'm balling wall to wall
I guess my yin

don't need no zipper
And I cut the beat word to Chris Paul I don't need no Clippers

Hop back on it with a 9 flow
Young god bakin beats thats swine ho
Yo,

im the bad guy
The Real Dyl baby, gotta ball til I fall
Many wanna get with it, Chris Brown they wall to wall
You want some more? Bitch you gotta get

their voice, she say

Yea I flause
Yea Just kaws
Yea Murakami
Yea On my walls
Yea Supreme I feel
Yea Supreme I feel

Who am i kidding
I'm into winning
I

deceased by police
Im in another dimension there's no love and affection
With society fucked from all different directions
This isn't just for attention its

a Glock, lil baby this a FN
You know I’m so in love with the blicks
Double back around I just wanna shoot my shit
All slimed out, but I’m not sponsored by