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that it's meant to

I dream by on stills of the sky, settled in the grass
Sit up, and then I fall back
The good die young, like years before
But when

it from me
Ain't it funny? No hoax
I'm known for making quotes for my God
While they lie, Only holding four 5's to
Make change for 20's
Sifting through

You always ride but this the time let me test you skill baby
Just tell me something (ohh)
Is you staying by choice or you just cannot help it

what the freak
Kick shit like I go for the leap
I split took the fork live my dreams
Lonely road and rolling on E
How the fuck I get by like this
Like

you go to bed
Perhaps it only makes good sense
Because there are no consequences
I left something at your place
I'd like to come around
I'm hoping that

rich
I got like 150k on the wrist, yea yea
I had a plan and I made it make sense
Fuck what they sayin baby, we legit
No lane changin, we high on a blimp

Follow my heart, heart
Helps me make sense of my head
Now I know where to start, start
Follow the feeling in my chest
It only takes one moment
To set

they come and go
Try to make sense of the highs and lows
You'd say move on but I say no
It's not your time so come back home
Who will be the one by my

you can get known
'Til the .9's is out flyin out with the split bones
I learned you just talkin, it's just a song
Your words will not turn to sticks

it all to win the fight
I had to fall so many times (oh-oh-oh)
Now I'm the last one standin'

Yeah, you know the code we gotta live by
Never mind

the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my

The Buzz Kill

Sage Francis

A Healthy Distrust

2005

concepts, new tools, new weapons
By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future

I used to think that rappers had it figured out
Brass Monkey,

make you regret it
They pour their own poison
The ones that preach don't practice what they preach

Moroccans understand everything 
Moroccan judges

this petty beef needs to stop
But I don't think it's petty when we make your heart stop
N- trying test me
I'm serious about this shit like cat imma leave

say that its baiter
So fuck ya paper Ill make my own
With a lump for teaching and a plate for homes
We all need feeding to make the most
Of the place

million lines to write but I gotta get it right with a million lines
If that all make sense
We just out here tryna make cents
Niggas can't pick sides so

this one, the last one was blurry
Just make sure you tip me, before you get out that chair
They snappin' up pictures, my fade it hit a little different

known, was known no more
And world as we knew it was undone

Sure, at first, some of the worlds few remaining leaders 
Tried to pick up the pieces and make

not make the most of it
Locomotives can quit, I don't trip, I don't split
I been tearing it up, ain't no Logan shit
Man, they hate my direction,

make it hurt
Get me destroyed

Grab my ass and kiss me, delivery in joy

We so cunt, in public
Check this bitch
From the bed to the street
Like a verse,

I become such a big mouth when I'm shouting loud and proudly
About how I fuck my pillow it's so boundlessly arousing
(Like I threw out my sense

Regime Mobstaz

Yukmouth

Godzilla

2003

when I do it
No it ain't nothing to it
Snatch ya chains
Splatter brains
Acting like they knew it
Regime the new team
Kill for the cash green
Split

ready?
Come on

[Will Smith]
When I was a lad I used to dream that (one day)
I'd earned the cream that make phat rocks gleam
Phat rhymes to make it seem

The Party Continues

Da Brat

Party Continues [2 Tracks]

1998

I'm about is dat dolla dolla bill,
Makin' ya dance every chance i get,
Make you say damn do we every catch bricks,
Nah, I dont catch those,
Keep it