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fly
Liar! You just too broke to buy, by the bye

You told me to never lie
So it's time for Show & Tell
Am I just too broke inside?
No more time for

4am
4a-4am
4am-4am

Foreplay film, Jeweler called me out the gym
Copped four more gems, need five more them why
Say I'm going to hell that's why I

hate this feelin'
Innocent niggas get shot at, in the broad day, the A.M
I asked him for a play-by-play of how their whole day went
He said he went

It's V, let me talk my shit I'm fresh as hell in the booth with a stupid
spliff Man these niggas ain't no nun, I can see it
in his hoe If I can't

Inner Voice

Adam Sandler

Stan and Judy's Kid

Leach
Richer than a Twinkie, I got so much cash
That to me Paris Hilton is poor white trash
I take forty-seven weeks of vacation a year
If people piss me

To give us chiefs and sheriff
I  mean these motherfucking thieves
That was when Jesus came from Europa
Escorted by his brother
His twin from Arabia
They

I Ride

Future

I Changed a Lot

2015

Same niggas that you're looking at the ones you getting slit by
Still moving how I wanna
For a brick whole clique getting left in a coma
White glove

philosopher
Genius with a penis the few the proud the me
I liked me so much I had to buy the company
Soul for sale sold to Satan for a hell of a lotta luck
I

was moving on feet
Got me a job I was hired by the streets
Ain't no fire I'm just bring that heat
I am the King, but nothing like Arthur
I wrote

can make a hundred beats and then proceed to spit 'em right through
Jaws drop they can't believe, they get surprised that it is a white dude
And now I

'm a fuckin rap till my teeth fall off

Because I'm never satisfied and if I am I'll take it back
I like to live alone inside my cave but I ain't going back

It taught Me all I ever know
Am forever proud of the Street
Common

I was raised by two brothers Poverty and Pain
These brothers, put me through hell

to my knees
And I just say, Lord, can you bless all the P's

I know it's hard to sit back and watch a young nigga eat
Especially white niggas cappin'

leave you thorny crowned
Crucify, getting shitted by your own
The universe, everywhere I roam is my home
To some, I suppose, uranium explode
Leaving kids

The Jungle

Pharoahe Monch

P.T.S.D.: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

2014

and toolies
Mike Jackson, kick me, kike me, Jew me
Now all the white chicks in the world got booties
He rap by popular demand
And a nigga nosey on some Toucan

I pop up
Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up
I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of your

to disguise myself 
Just incase the FBI thinks that i am someone else
On the brink  I'm sick I think I might go seek some  mental help
Hanging by a belt above

to three, the
Bloodhound, the shucked crown, The animus
Who musketeer their hiccups before
Diaphragms dispatch the crutch
(Who am I?) The plague between your

a bad day
But that’s okay buddy ‘cause I swear to God I’m by your side.
And I’ll be with you any time you say you’re down to ride.
So, here I am in

Leavin' here to be gone away
Far away is too near
Yesterday ain't soon enough
Breathin' easy in the free clean breeze
Land sakes, the cloth that I am cut

speech
I'm an immortal kamikaze pilot
So let me holler harakiri every song recited
I am the zombie get a ouija most a scared and frightened
No one can

"The good times can be a trap"
"Oh yeah?" "Hahaha"
"Oh, hell naw (yeah, yeah)
Not here" (Scheiße)
Check myself into rehab 
Yeah, um
I might die

the boof*
*Ok, by the way*
*She went up to a zombie and started making out with it*
*Rawr*
*I am Taeo*
*Mama Canga Canga*
*There's a monster in my closet*

scarier than ending
Out my mind and no ones gonna save me, why am I the wokest living lately
Tryna find some focus, driven crazy, Father Time is so