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New God Flow

Kanye West

New God Flow

2012

on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck

I can't double back
Had him run into the car, holding his arm. He got hit with the mask
Last time I checked the score, all my bros up but ain't no tic

Murder, cash, cars, hoes
Fast life as usual is all that we know

He has risen, started from a GO prism
(hooptys)
It was hard for me to see my vision

in the 1st place
Zero dollars in my wallet is the worst case
So cold my bars get left with Krillin, go Freiza
The Planet of the Apes, beat my chest

Bring 'Em Back

Big L

True Story

2004

a steak out of a lion's mouth
Better yet that like takin' a plate outta Ryan's mouth

That'll never happen, over my dead body
Feds got me plastered

like a ocean, guess I'm going fishin'
Or do I think of nothing at all
Let my mind be free, into consciousness I fall
In a position, I think about my

Freestyle Session

H.S.E.

Hustlaz Stackin' Endz

1999

for his dream
That boy last to get the green, that boy too fast on the scene
That boy be moving, that boy in the groove, that boy gon' bust a move

the crannies, it hit me, smack!
It's filling up my head, I gotta get it out
I got me a plan to get the shit out
Pulled out a ice pick to pick the bitch up

Life of an Outlaw

Makaveli

The 7 Day Theory

1996

blinded by my passion and fury
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin' my jewelry

You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me truly effective

stadiums just like Billy Joel
Quincy Jones would be in my studio
Recording Phill Collins on the drums for my album
All paid for by my own discography
Oh

opp-nigga got turned into dust
Backdoor open watchin' you trust
Know some real niggas got lined by a slut

Ain't no lackin', drivin' through the red light

the club, get some oxygen
Your friends say I'm a player
You'd be lucky to keep me
You know people gon' be
Talkin' 'bout us weekly
My car be in a robbery
P-O-R

On the way there I got some scars
Like GTA, I race my car
Always got gas, I go real far
I get shot down, I get shut down
Ion need no help, I'm on my own
Where

Bubblin

Anderson Paak

Bubblin

a minute
Superfly for the Dumbos
Plenty slides like a shuffle
Hit the cadence with my young bitch
Isaac Hayes, Billy Ocean
But the ol' hoe with the cane

look at all the musik
That i have created
I just started running
But fell into the ocean
Who coming to the funeral
My momma will be hosting

I was

effects that make it seem potent
I used to be water
But now I'm an ocean
My Moment is here, this my explosion
I'm ready to bust
I'm ready to get it
I'm

I'm running outta ways to say this right
So many things been falling through my mind
I kinda got so jaded baby
It's crazy what you do
Baby girl its

to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by

wanna end this strife/A little different coming from their own astounded dreams
So I
I just sit back and let it pass me by

My god, my light won't fray
My

Count people
Late night in subway trains as they pull into the station
Remember license plates of the cars
Remember phone numbers and streets and patterns

(Chores)
Dreams of good food, you and me, 
Top down on long car rides.
Ocean breeze, multi colored sky’s
I see that in your eyes.
State street,

keeps me groovey 
Get pulled over don't panic she hide the tree by her coochie 
My life's a movie go through scenes with out the camera 
Digged my way

get me outta here!"
What you gonna do? Ha ha ha ha
What you gonna do? Ha ha ha ha

What you gonna do when it's my turn
To do what I do best for

away, relax and slip into the ocean
I've been on my own for a thousand years
Creepin' in the dark, no soul, get me outta here
Legs don't work, ice cold in