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don’t run it by me, 
I ain’t got time to waste, I’m popping the Ace, 
Nah not with the fakes, get the fuck out my face yeah.

The way I’m running

to rock the world like Elvis
Let me talk to my people that's feeling lost now
Somebody loves you
You just got to let your guard down
I know you wish that

makin' bed arrangements
One of them bullets just knew they would hit my chest and cave it
I'm wanted, better face it
I'm Dufresne, I've been through a lot

toss me the rock
I get off my block
Yo look at me Herbstreit
Big Ten champs
Yeah we coming for the natty
Trace McSorley by my side
He fake that read

lust envy greed wrath sloth pride

I've got this unquenchable lust for vengeance
I'm a supervillain psycho with no parents
Dr. Mighty Mike with no

Bad Publicity

Evidence

Weather or Not

2018

more strangers, only Chuck Strangers
The older I get, the less that I speak
I do my dirt, by my lonely I creep

I've been living in a bubble
Don't

grind, got no foot of the pedal
Bitch we kick rocks like all these bitches pebbles
Fuck what they say, we the younging's, we rebels, yeah

Would've never

them books deep in the night
All I ever want to do is do it right
Got love for me or not because I'm not white
I'm writing my list and I check it twice

or the rocks for the Gs
So how this all sounding so wavy on beats
like
I got the greaze but I don't got the waps or the Ps
I don't got pots or the rocks for

If they don't, "we do it"
The best (Hip Hop)
I swear to give you nothing less
Nothing less

Jay Rock got flows
I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette

put down the will
I'm losing my patience for greatness see I got bills
Liabilities and responsibilities this is real
Damn I'm seventeen death is next

Feels So Good [Bonus Track]

Brand Nubian

Rap Declares War

1992

got this girl a mink sable, in return I got a cable
Her name was Fat Mabel and she broke my kitchen to table
Ate pasta with this Rasta, went out with

with females that feed cats
I don't need help but these girls just
Ain't the type to clean flats

I got my foot to the pedal
Pedal to the floor, I'm gone

birth to my first rhyme, got stopped by the cops wit their gun up
Thought I knew it all, didn't know shit
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' weed to the roach clip

Barely just awoken
And I've been getting calls
That I missed out
Angry letters coming
Questioning my night
She begins to shout
It was after three am

Bet they do the drive-by on
A bike with a slingshot
Y'all basic, lookin' like you need bathing
Call me cause my grandmama got
Room in the basement
You

an appetite 
Snorting lines by the candle light 
I can't handle Mike 
Like I lost my ways 
Never knew the cost it took to play 
Walk like a boss with all that

Grand Puba, Positive and L.G.

Brand Nubian

One for All

1990

tense mean you dug it!
So dance to a light tune, my little doll 
Da-nah-nah, da-nah-nah, da-nah-nah, dah 
Rock me wit' vibration 
Give me a deep

Grilling by they self you know I love them independent
Heem Cream Puffs cheffed by my nigga
Ain’t you know they ain’t Mike's if they ain't got the caramel

Feels So Good

Brand Nubian

One for All

1990

got this girl a mink sable, in return I got a cable
Her name was Fat Mabel and she broke my kitchen to table
Ate pasta with this Rasta, went out with

the danger goes got my Line cause at now see my potential
Or maybe cause, I’m focused on my purpose and health
Been going stealth all by myself while I be

Eighty-Five

Gym Class Heroes

...for the Kids

It seems like lately time be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
It's like my mind is on a tredmill,

lovin' to boom bap
But they say it's got no place in rap
See, all I rock is vintage, see, I'm cool with a throwback
Treat money like the hair on my lip,

Acid, my name and reputation
Just a foot soldier in the fated nation
Dealin' dope to these no-hope kids
And living life like a paid vacation
I don't