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memory
Losing my memory, gaining my energy
Best in the century
I got the green, I call it celery yup
I ain’t from Beverly
But you won’t see me with all

keep my grip at all
If I wined up missing I don't think I'll be missed at all
Why you say that 'cause I'm dealing with this by myself
And everybody was

with a new theme song
I could never doze off but my roof been gone
And if truth be told I got a mean ISO
But my crew so cold I'm throwing oops blindfold

Slow Down Gandhi

Sage Francis

A Healthy Distrust

2005

There once was a song called "Arrest The President."
Contemporary music, a hit with the kids, it was a top ten.
I wasn't pop then, so I missed

God dont talk to me so im killing the pope
Im taking his castle and making a moat
Did you know my scam money can float
Just like a body throw it over

still be rich by 70
If they let me into the industry ima play dirty this ring ain't for purity
Me and my niggas and all my security
Had to get rich just

before this song gets removed from everything

"Four years ago this weirdo said he wanted to merge humans with machines
"The reason he wanted to do this is

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Sparo engoda ecollabo
Man I told you but you wouldn't listen
Killing these rappers I'm on a mission ( Boom! )
Go against me that's a suicide mission

cop needs protection cause they're killing cops with a aggression
But the internet will tell you, "Oh, Harambe! Bless his corpse!
Do this challenge! Oh,

shit landed look
And they can't fathom a phantom with his blue hair
Buzzing up a storm got 'em shaking like I'm new here
I've been doing this I've been

with the highest
I ain't talking bout the Fried Man at GG, but I pray on repeat
So I'm protected by my G, GOD and JC, for sure they got me
I be balling

(on god)

In my zone, killing songs, damn I'm on a streak (on god)

Watch my back, can't say too much because these niggas leak (they leak)

By myself,

of cage
But with brown hair my vision really isn't great…
Public expectations less important than personal expression
Radio hits as fake as it gets by

Ain't done with the song so I need more

Ye ye ye ye ye ye ye
Hop on the pit let's do it
Hop on the pit let's do it
Hop on the pit let's do it
Ye ye
Hold

where's the money coming from
We're both tryna get it
You tryna get it for free when you get it from me
What you ain't getting to see
Is you're killing

It's ya boi Shax Nigga
I'm comin' off to you with a new song
Yeah, I'm glad that you wanna hear it
Fuck it
Shax Nigga, my feeling
Like something, yo,

a days you never know
Anyways
Exist or live my life with purpose
Every time I ask that question seem to make me nervous
Surface thinkin' I call wanting

a phantom with his blue hair
Buzzing up a storm got em shaking like I'm new here
I've been doing this I've been been doing this
Throwing rappers in coffins

a boner
I better not have the make a censored version of this song
Nothing clean comes out of my tongue
It took me a whole summer to learn how to make beats

it, try and be strong with it
Fuck being long winded
Hearing you laugh is like music to my ears but the song ended
Me and your moms both missing your

Man these hoes they for everybody
At every single party
Acting slutty
I seen your girl with my friend and his buddy
Gods will for me is killing me
I

killing me
I'm f***** up with an ill mind I don't know if this is really me
because day-by-day I keep feeling my soul is leaving me
Christianity and Islam

I'm falling
Who will catch me now
Who will catch me now

Who will catch me now
Who will catch me now
Once a year I overthink
If I should quit killing

me, got me
Questioning
(Where's the love)
Yo what's going on with the world, momma
(Where's the love)
Yo people living like they ain't got no mommas