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then you should not align
With what you used to do
The person that you used to be
I'm killing off the villain that I was this is his eulogy

I feel like I'm just that guy and can't nobody tell me different
I feel like yo hoe gon choose if she ever come cross this pimpin'
I feel like my

saying
Me and my homies Stainz just try to killing the vibes
From the Vines to a Rapper and signed deals with record labels that sounds clever
I'm going

running away from heartache and hard drugs, personified is the king of all demons, chasing me on his own covert mission.

You had me under your thumb for

don't fuck with none of these new era street Niggas they be cap



I ain't never did no sneak dissing in songs or spoke on wax



Any nigga sent some

Mis raíces
Empienzan a crecer
Y en este mes
Volveré a nacer
Ugh
This is a song for my misfits
And the immigrants in the distance
Trying find peace

I didn't wanna write a song but lately I feel hopeless
Keep seeing you and him together daily losing focus
Being a rapper was my dream praying I'm

nation owes me a living
Today I go make ah killing
Never once stoop to thieving
By brains and hardwork he climb
Poverty could never absolve crime
No Way

isis
That’s that bomb diggy. Y’all with me
Gimme feedback if y’all like this tightness
No : you can’t rap in my circle
Hoe : you try rap and I’ll hurt

The Piano Lesson

Mystik Journeymen

The Black Sands ov Eternia

1999

Time will tell if we all see a black president
By then I'll be a resident on the white house lawn, with my painting shoes on
These songs shall live

Future Dreams

TooSmooth

I Am Too Smooth EP

2013

So Come On!


Ive Never Lived A Rich Type Of Life Style
Ive Only Seen Broke Niggas By My House
That Doesn't Me Christmas Wasn't Hella Fun
But Ive

Internally Bleeding

Immortal Technique

Revolutionary, Vol. 2

2003

of hatred an anger
Cause some bitch killed my first born song with a coat hanger
I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty was cold
Crippled

congested like lil dicky tryna make his third song
Shit is jail
Honestly this bit is stale
If you met Dave you might say
That shit is funny
My third bitch is

accustomed to it
Pull the trigger no more enemies
I made my cousin do it
Then he hit the stu and made a song now people love his music
I'm not okay
I'm not

Fresh One

Sodastream

The Hill for Company

2001

you sit by the walls we made
And when the time calls for giving would you toss me aside
Let the glories of your song remain

They will remain
They

them flats
We was stuck and it made us trap
Getting paid made them hate on man 
but the plug showed me love so I paid him back
Don't get bagged tryna

trynna write it down but thanks to dad and all his fussing, I’ve been full of doubt
Hard to stay so devout, I just wanna shout, uh
But my boys go me

the things they make bread ons birthed by the very beings that they step on
Songs that they love to sing, to get rep on
Built off the same black backs they put